Severance

Now I understand your fear, distrust,
were even greater than mine—
with some reason, perhaps,
as you may well have guessed
that I could write poems like this,
that I would come to see through you
like a broken pane of glass.
You gave me the worst hours and days
of my life, when I lay marvelling
that pain does not kill us outright.
Now you have no claim on me,
rarely touch memory.