I met an ex-lover last night;
we made love once again.
He told me I broke his heart
when I walked out on him.
I said I remember things differently,
that he pushed me away
when I lost my mind,
he lost interest when I went insane.
Then he got excited again,
told me about his new wife,
all the children she wants,
and their whole new life.
He could have had that with me!
But he told me Not one child more,
‘cause two was too many,
and he never wanted marriage before.
I felt so out of place in his new life,
so I faded away silently,
wishing—despite all his flaws—that he had chosen me.