My ex-husband abandoned me
For a lady who designed interiors.
I inherited his shoe-rack, paper clips,
A bookcase, a couple of t-shirts
And a few pretty notebooks.
I took a notebook to French class
And used another for pasting postcards.
Searching for a suitable tome
To write my heartbreak –
I discovered a mysterious journal, where
My name was on a page
With flowers drawn around
And lines describing me as
"A fairy", " a princess", and "the woman of my dreams"...
I still wonder if the words are cryptic.
I cannot remember how fairy tales end.
Perhaps he had been only fair
To leave behind notebooks for a writer --
Throwing in, for good measure,
A strange journal with an interior.