It should be cast aside
but nostalgia will not permit me.

For now, goodbye.

I believe I am nothing but a toy in his mind, maneuvered into some configuration per a moment's whimsy. He tells me things to rouse my interest, but when piqued, he cools and his attention falters.

I am too old for such discourtesy or half-hearted attempts. Those kinds of overtures are for girls and boys, but not me.