Don’t ask me

to be your friend

to listen doe-eyed

to your casual references

to recent liaisons


Don’t call me

at weak moments

from crowded bars

when a few Scotches and sodas

give you the courage

to dial my number

because the idea of me

sounds better than the one

of going home alone


Don’t expect my congratulations

when you meet the woman

who can accept your selfishness

or my condolences

when she leaves you

for that very reason


I am trying

to leave you behind

to say a final goodbye

if you would only let me

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