To My Ex

The Promise

How pleasingly divine is flattery —

To charm me into dancing to my doom.

A bow, a hand, and a smile of coquetry:

He offered 'fore we waltzed across the room.

Little, little did my cold facade thaw,

As he assured me when his hands held mine.

I listened to his words that left me in awe —

Mutual dreams in conquering all things fine.

My world existed only for his eyes.

His affection completes as I can be.

Time spun: no more praises, hugs, or replies

The music had shuffled, and so did he.

Wow, irony played the best of fate, no?

His hands were the first to let "us" go.

(February 26, 2018)