Ex-lovers’ vows — Summary

Grief; yes. Analysis; of course. But the Escher path says only, “It is. It is. Just accept it.

“Or don’t. It’s up to you. Be warned, though: bitterness and regret never once turned back time. Except to eat up memories, turn them foul; belch them back in your face, distorted.”

So here is my pledge. Here are the promises I will try hard to keep, however hard it may be.

I.

I will not say or do things that make you feel bad or guilty. I will not weep in public. I will not spout vengeful poetry. Sympathy, solicited, does not heal. Guilt resurrects nothing. I will try to reflect, rather than ruminate. You do not deserve to be hurt.

II.

I will not trawl back through previous conversations, quote your words, question your consistency. Your feelings now require no justification. They are as they are, and that is all that they can be. If I do look back, I will try to do so in fondness only. We were good. For a while, we got it right. I will take pleasure in recalling a thing done well.

III.

I will avoid making sweeping generalisations from us to my world at large. You are not responsible for anything outside of you and I. My past loves are my past loves. I will not be passive-aggresive. I will not put you into a box and label it with a number, shelve you in the newest slot in the entrance to my house. I will celebrate the memory of us. I will add you to the flavours of my life.

IV.

I will never regret the knowing of you, the loving of you. You have enriched me; you have made me more complete. You are part of me now, for the rest of my time. And I am glad of that.

These are my vows. In return, permit me those odd moments when I recall the touch of skin on skin and think of what might have been. Permit me to keep on loving you for as long as the need is there.

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Written as a set of vows, Huckleberry Hax's poem is a speaker's attempt to end a relationship with grace. After admitting that grief and analysis both have their place, the speaker imagines an endless, circular "Escher path" of thinking, and warns that bitterness only spoils good memories. So they make a pledge instead: no guilt-tripping, no public tears, no revenge poems, no picking apart old conversations, no turning the ex into a label or a number.

The tone is calm, careful and tender. The speaker admits that keeping these promises will be hard, and the plain, steady phrasing feels like someone talking themselves into acceptance. The vows lead to gratitude: the relationship was good, and the speaker is "glad" to be changed by it. The ending is more honest and a little sad. The speaker asks to keep loving the ex and to wonder, sometimes, "what might have been." The mood is mature and bittersweet, with hurt held in check but not hidden.

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