"there's no future in our love," she said,
"i hope you understand."
"yes," i said, "of course," and smiled sadly
as i touched her hand.
"soon i will be earning real money.
you'll be struggling still."
"yes," i said, "it will cause problems."
"yes," she said, "i know it will."
"that's not why i'm leaving you, though."
"course not. never crossed my mind."
"it's just - we live in different worlds."
"i know." "but do you?" "yes." "good." "fine."
"we have had a good five years."
"i have loved you very much."
"i still do love you." "and i you."
"yes i know." "but very much."
"but not enough." i didn't say it.
not enough to carry on.
not enough, the logical conclusion
of her pro and con.
nice guy, loyal, good in bed,
attentive, honest, not bad looks,
but skint and messy, often moody,
rarely cleans and never cooks.
add it up and do the calculations.
there in black and white
on paper at the bottom of your list
the answer must be right.
"so. it's over." "yes." "i love you."
"yes. i love you too." "i know."
"there's no future in our love." "you said."
"it's not the money." "no."
Never Going To Talk To Her Again by Wayne Myers