Wrest

We’re back to zero; I’ll have you know.
Don’t come at me with affections faux.

Keep room between us in company.
To me, you’re no longer somebody.

No one worries I’ll ever be cruel.
I will not speak…much less start a  duel.

If confrontation’s necessary,
I’m no pushover. I will parry.

Assume boundaries; respect each one.
It’s not about us, when said & done.

The point’s peace…& memories for them.
We are now each other’s phantom limb.