Loved You ’Til Death

See, I loved you ’til death. And now you’re dead,
So I don’t love you any more, do I?
If you’re not faithful to me, I won’t cry,
Wasting my tears on wickedness. You said,
“You don’t want love; you want to be spoon-fed
Some sort of gross devotion. Months go by
And you stare at me gloomily, your eye
Twitching as you make and unmake the bed.”

My life continues, even though yours ended —
Met both the Devil and the deep blue sea —
Claiming your chains had somehow made you free.
What nonsense! What was it you intended?
I’ve been distracted, but not undefended:
My disappointment in you rescues me.