Once upon a time,
A few hours ago
I reopened the portal
And said hello.
You were the one last time,
I still remembered,
But more relaxed.
I was glad.
You saw me,
Laughed at a joke,
And began to tell
A tale of your hell.
I listened
And cringed internally.
Your love was there,
Yet never meant to be.
Another confession-
This must make us friends now.
Pouring out emotion
Does give the impression.
And suddenly-
But not quite out of the blue-
you suggested tonight
That we rendezvous.
What for?
I asked with care
Lest expectations shatter-
I have been there.
“Well,” you said.
You just wanted to talk.
Why not now then?
You liked a moonlit walk.
I adore la luna…
But that was ridiculous!
And still,
I longed for the thrill.
“What of suppertime?
They know no suitors.
They will think…
‘The gal’s been sharing a drink!'”
You responded with guffaws.
The nerve!
Why it matters so,
I refuse to know.
After that, silence.
But it made me recall
What you said before:
“Damn them all!”
The thoughts that talk aloud
Were now deafening
Until they shushed when-
“Are you coming?”
How I radiated
A great affirmation!
But what came out was
A voice of hesitation.
You sensed it.
The predator,
Seeing the prey not worth it,
Ultimately surrendered.
I panicked,
Thinking of lost chances.
Capulet and Montague-
Bonds tested too soon.
“I am ready!”
All care thrown into the waste!
I sounded too eager,
and that was the trigger.
You called it off.
I smiled at you,
Relieved to be freed.
The void inside disagreed.
And that, dear readers,
Is the too-long story
Of how I lost my toothbrush
Along with my dignity.
It seems to me that I built this up to something dramatic, only to disappoint. But isn’t that a great parallel to the story?
Have better dreams, children of the world.
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