Turn your eyes away
and your attention elsewhere,
if you cannot bear
the heat of neglect.
As he comes back, whining almost, I am flippant. He expects sympathy from me, when I received none from him previously – I was even accused of exaggerating. I have always had a long memory for transgressions. I do believe he can’t deal with the fact that I don’t want to bother with him, when he was the one who made it clear that he wanted to move on, from me.
What goes around, comes around. The delicious irony.