Weeks, months or years later
He will apologise
Tell you how much he’s changed
How he’s got help now
How if the timing had been different, you and him
You were his final straw
A redemption tale he has now spun
Into gold
Placed around another woman’s finger
You have played this part before
Will wonder what the casting says about you:
Malleable enough to bend
Strong enough to stay whole
Still the one left on the ground
He is grateful for your kindness
For your lack of thorns
For the way you absorbed his mistakes
Insulated his falls
Quietly
You will wish had more nettle or briar in you
You will miss how his alchemy hands
Made you shine
Are still not sure if that glint
Was yours or his.
Hannah Chutzpah 