Things I should have said to you but only know how to write: I’m not who I never said I was. Not that I ever wanted to be. And yet that night, the stars twinkling, Twinkies in your beard, You smiled and leaned close. Sometimes these things happen. I hope you will be happy with her. The way you never could be with me. I’m not wifely material because I’m who I said I never was. And I’m not sure, yet, who that “was” could possibly turn out to be.
