might've been the only day that
I would've agreed with the 
one name she called me.

As if there was only the mere
repetition of calling me 
a fool : such as I was then.

Of course I was subject too,
as failed lovers are: to much much more 
Than cute, quirky so-called nicknames...

I could list them out perhaps,
revisit those feelings re invoked, 
maybe boil myself over : such was her revenge.

Still she can write them all as my epitaph,
once they've eroded, I'll be her April fool at last.