Light-footed as a cat-burglar I walk out of my weird romance. I wash my hands of its failings. Are you calling me a loser? Don’t! Isn’t it close to heroics entering flames and not become a burnt-out case?
Wait a moment! What about the other protagonists?
Oh them! I set them free! May they be happy!
As Hemingway wrote ‘it would be pretty to think so’.
On this I blow the candles out.
In a far distance I hear a sound alarmingly near to a sob.
A wise man said once: Be careful what you wish for, you might get it.
Maybe they have.