I bristle at the thought of your pain—
how you must have clenched your teeth for months
until you believed she was worth the trouble—
worth the inevitable exchange.
It would have been harder if it happened
in my first few decades, before I learned how wide
and deep and populated these hearts of ours could be.
But our years have taught me how to un-posses you
so completely, it’s an act of kindness to release our love
like a helium balloon— full and metallic and beautiful,
without reaching up for the dangling string.