No Curtain Call

I would write you a poem,
slip it in your jacket,
and silently kiss you goodbye,
but you’re not worthy of that.
I’m not sure why you couldn’t do as I’d asked
and respect my privacy.
I’m not sure why you whispered “beautiful”
in earshot of others.
It was all so less than beautiful
when I’d asked you not to
and you went ahead and loudly said
you’d sent me an email.
At my workplace,
with my friend there,
while I’m married,
you cascaded from friend,
to wishful, pretend lover,
to nothing.
In the time it took for you to say one word,
I decided -right then- was the end.