I gave you my love
You handed it back
A letter unread.
You said,
"It was wrongly addressed
To being-in-love
And not to me."
You were wrong about that.
I loved love, but you too.
You should have handed it back
Without explanation.
Better a brute refusal
Than a refusal rationalized
Badly.
With that I began to take a hard-eyed look at you
The cataracts of love lasered to bits
Your faults swam into view
And our love was soon a dead letter.