You left me like a boot in the face
with no regret and no words
just some late-night subway mugging
a knife to the kidneys as you stole my wallet
or my heart
as if to say you had no part, no choice
in this singular decision without redemption
or regret
so I write about you
name names, give details, assess pain
you gave freely to the pain of others
you assessed and found wanting that love
or emotion, preferring your material
comfort to any sense of love or responsibility
and I love you anyway
martyr to loves lost inflections

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