I may have hurt you with my words
Perhaps that was the intention
Perhaps I needed to inflict that hurt
To see if you felt anything at all
Strangely, our subsequent exchange
Gave me an insight into what you
Truly think of me
I am still reeling from your revelation
It takes a very angry man
To shatter any ideals one may have
Of oneself
You served to strip me
Of any disillusions I may have had
About myself
I am contrite
All said
I am not sorry I met you
And I hope it is the same for you
But I do regret the things that have been said
Not that any amount of regret
Would enable either one of us to take those words back
Words once spoken
Remain deathless
Hovering in the air
Between us
But right now
I am still picking the pieces
Of my shattered ego
Off the ground.
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