And then there were three:
him, the ex who wouldn't leave, and me.
I thought I could wait.
It's easier now I'm old.
I know how to walk away.
Just to be clear, this poem is about an old boyfriend I had well over 10 years ago and has nothing whatsoever to do with the present state of my marriage to the Palinode. He and I? We're still very, very good.