Oh, you said the words
“This one appreciates me for me!”
and I wonder what you call
that twenty-five years of steadfast devotion
that you tossed.
The weasel face beside you now
does not look like a fair trade
for the pain you caused.
You said those words once before,
if I recall, so perhaps he’ll taste the bitter tang
of your boredom someday.
In the meantime,
we really should just let you go,
and welcome the joy that’s possible
now the wounds have healed.
http://www.napowrimo.net prompt for Day 4- a love poem without the cliches or a break up poem.