I would like to relish
my displeasure with you
for eons; however I cannot
stay mad at you. I feel you have
treated me badly since
my initial removal
from your fantasies. Reality
will never inspire
the illumination of creativity
in the same manner
as our fictional desires. I “never”
sought to covet you; only
learn from the woman
in you, and to kindle
the feminine sparks
buried and hitherto
unrecognized within the depths
of my own penurious,
and often shoddy
inventiveness. You left me
deprived and destitute, yet
as I quake my soul for answers
there is only a three word
response. I forgive you.