They were not my credit cards she maxed out;

She did not lead away all that I had banked,

Nor left me in an empty house to shout

At the muted walls; she didn’t cast doubt

On the justice of my gods, whose scale sank

On another dupe of a cosmic prank,

When her solo trip turned out to be a rout–

Her flight was not from me, her vacation

Did not become my emptiness.

And you cannot say I offered temptation-

Just a shared look at her wedding, confessed,

Her life had become a resignation.