And just like that, there was no record we ever knew each other.
I won’t lie: I cried.
Not because
I’ll miss you; but to
hurry The End,
because after the
end, the only where to go
is anywhere but here.
And I put on
a sad song for me.
No, not for you;
you gave up
that role:
the one where I refuse my selfish tendencies
so you feel better.
And then I wrote these
one hundred words, hoping
you’ll never read them.
Not to spare your feelings;
but because these words are
me.
And that’s not for you.
Mary's One Hundred 