by Logen Cure
From now on, I will
tell people that you died.
I will say it calmly, without tears.
It is not that I want pity
or take pleasure in lying.
I have simply grown tired of mapping
the perforations we made,
intolerant of questions
I officially excuse myself from this exercise.
I am not interested in people’s opinions
of my victim or villainhood.
The only thing people should be allowed
to say to me about you is
I’m sorry for your loss.
And when they ask me
what happened to you, I will tell them
without hesitation that one day
your heart just stopped.