What I could not afford
You had stopped offering anything, and then you informed me that you were in an open marriage.
One half of nothing was what was on offer. If I behaved.
I had no more to give away, and lost nothing more by saying "no."
I only wish I had known this at the time. Or in 2010. One word was all I needed and I could have avoided the collision scene you call your selfish life. I would have passed through my mental breakdown, and my pain, long long ago.
You would not be sepia, like a memory. Or buttermilk, like a preserved rich moment. You would be black. Like a raven.
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