I don't remember what date it is,
somewhere in May, June, July.
I remember your mouth
when I left you
sleeping all day; twisted
inside-out and pulling
sideways, trying to draw an apology
from me with its bared tooth-needles.
I don't remember apologizing.
from 'The End' in Goodbye Songs & Thank-you Notes
Fiction is the lie that tells the truth ... (Neil Gaiman)