Brigit's Flame, February Week 2

[someoneingrey]

I cannot remember
the last time
anyone called me a fool.
I can only remember the first.
Fools and their money
are easily parted
but it wasn’t money
I was worried about.

(There is nowhere to go from dirt poor,
but up, anyway.)

It was the heart
you’d broken,
the innocence I didn’t think
I had to lose,
until you called me a fool.

(Why should I even care?
You no longer do,
if indeed, you ever did.)

‘Foolish girl’
has been uttered
far more times
than I’d care to count.
You aren’t the only one
who would turn it into
a compliment
and nickname.

(But you are the one
that won’t succeed
in gaining my response.)

I have been a fool,
and we shall be parted,
evermore.
Save I forget
exactly why
I’ve decided to part ways.

(Which,
for once is unlikely,
unless, someday,
you are no longer
who you have always been.)