Bruce

When you finally did die,
I felt a twinge, but only a twinge,
And only a small twinge.
What did people expect?
The pain I felt when you ran off to the Grand Canyon
With Carol
Far outweighed any control
I might have had
Over that same heart.
You did ask me first, and I said yes, and then no.
Even then I was packing my things,
Easing away from you,
Leaving a little less of me behind with every visit,
Fading out of your life, even as your life was fading away.
If I had known then, would I have stayed?
No.
I always tried to leave before the inevitable trip to the Canyon.