I admit, I have grown tired of you
and I have found another
but really, you only have yourself to blame.
You shouldn’t have let me see
those albums from your college years
when you were so lithe and slutty.
It is hard to look at you now
with all that much passion
when I see what you once were.

You should have known
I could never love you now
if I had known about you then.
I’m sorry
that the bloom is off the rose,
Marie, but I can’t see you anymore.

You should find someone new,
someone who can love you
the way you are
who doesn’t mind the stretch marks
and the laugh lines
and natural hair color changes.
Find the man
who will happily give you a family
and as you age and atrophy
and fatten from child after child
send me a Christmas card
when your daughters come of age.