Tell me when you want it to end.

Don’t just gift me, compliment me,

and say I was brilliant, while it lasted.

Then leave.

 

I need a beginning,

middle,

end.

 

I trusted you, felt we had a connection,

built part of my diary around you.

To deprive me of my wind-down time

feels cruel, unfair.

 

And honesty was your core value,

so why not square up to me

when endings are why you came

to help you find your answer.

 

Leave me without a proper ending

and I hold the unprocessed story:

wondering about your (and my)

happily ever after.