Remember that time when we were
showing off our mental telepath fashions at the cheaters retreat
so that all the ladies' pacemakers would skip a couple beats?
...And how the ladies would half-pounce over their
sewing kits and into the arms of their half-senile men?

You must remember the time that you
were sleeping on the sofa and I awoke you to say that,
"I am still in love with Emily Kane"
...And how you were so releived
that our shared social burden had surrendered
to a living so loveless and vain.

Together we decided to forgive
the grayscale effects of loneliness. We embraced our
independent comforts and we condemned our inner want.
... And how you wanted yourself
like I wanted yourself and how you were free
of my hysterical haunt.