O. K.

Coming at me with a knife
to carve out a heart
that had been missing for years,
but you never noticed.
Any surprise there aren't any tears?
You listed my faults,
declared your intent
to close the door,
and all I could muster was,
"O.K."
Pathetic to sum up 30 years
with 2 simple letters.
Of course, I knew you'd stopped listening
years ago,
so why bother.