I do not take you to be my husband
or my fiancé, or even now
my friend. I do not wish to have
or to hold your head
at the toilet’s rim.
Nor keep you
at arm’s length
when you were other-him.
I’ve had you better
and the worst.
I’ve certainly had you richer.
As for poorer, that’s yet to be seen
but you’ll be less for sure
without me. How sick
you might become?
Only time will tell.
I’ve paid my hospital ward dues.
I loved and cherished you
till almost-death
did take me from my mortal self.
As for God, I am not sure
who bound my love
in their law.
In the presence of my own
I make this final vow:
no more.
