Just a few minutes ago
you were holding my hand.
We were singing a song
by Duran Duran.
Romantic, right?
I think not.
But you make me feel
like melting on the spot.
And then you left,
with only a word or two
saying “I’ll be back,
I promise you.”
So I waited for minutes, then hours, then more.
You never came back,
So I settled the score.
I took out my phone
and called a good friend.
I told her “Tracie?
He did it again.”