Denouement

And so to the conclusion

That most fatal of endings
Leapt at with gay abandon

Ignorant of the truth

You find it in words
Writ upon liquid crystal
Rather than reality

Engorged
Leaning on the emerald hilt
Of jealousy’s sword
You would sunder
That which has been cleaved for an age

How to break apart
That which is never whole

A conundrum

Should I participate
In absentia

Would that be a parody

Shall I put forth arguments
Embroil myself further in your fiasco

I think not

Your decision
Once made
Is not mine

I shall leave it to you to reconcile
Amongst your self
With all your womanly instinct

Sure in the knowledge
That you will ever

Misplace your truth

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