Damned Faint

I don't like to hear
Songs about love and spending
All eternity with someone anymore.

It's my own fault that
This is the way of things.
My intolerance and cruelty and pushing away

Who could withstand?

It would be safest to be on meds
In a cottage or a SNF somewhere
Watching the snow fall
Trying to remember how your voice sounds

The Mississippi drawl

Hair gray
Firmly on the spectrum
Doing small things
And reading novels from the vapor trails of librarians

I would like to know everything
That's happened to you since
I broke your heart
(Whether my guesses are correct)

You said you just know things
Well
Just know this:
I think I grasp my capacity for
Harming others now.

And I choose not to
Although
We are working on other things
In therapy.