I would still look for revenge
for a punishing path, that
famous regret of a woman
who lost a man she didn't understand;
if not puzzled at how tortuous
your words are, how incomplete
your sentences, how silent
your stares. Someone must have
broken you too, so I'm grateful
I can live on my own now,
without the need of mocking you
with my sterile ego.
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