Impasse (Poetry)

When was it exactly
you found out
that I’m not who
you thought I was?

And because I do not know
what you expected
I cannot even pretend
to play the part

So what am I to do?
We are, as they say
at an impasse —
no way forward
none back

Was it my fault
you imagined
someone different?
As I recall, I never tried
to be anyone
other than myself

But you saw through all that
and I’m exposed
like a double agent
brought in for questioning
unable to answer
or prove anything