Do You Remember? Poem by Clyde King

Do you remember
the last time we made love?
I do.
You cried.
I lied.
"You're not worth it,
you're just not worth it."

You said nothing.
I walked out.
That was the last
time I ever touched you.

Two years later
I got a job
as a landscaper
at your apartment complex.
You came out with
a little white poodle
walking toward me.

I turned away.
You kept on walking.
You were the best
I ever seen and
the best I ever had.

I let you go.
I let myself go.