Sonnet

“Hold on, wait until this game ends” He said as he he sat at the edge of his seat with his elbows on knees Hands on his face, just below his eyes so he barely see All she wanted was a nice dinner with some friends They talked bad about him but she loves him, she pretends. He agrees to parties with ease But once it gets closer, excuses are his expertise. She was over it. It was time to make amends. She packed her bags and stood in front of the door She yelled at him and told him that she’s leaving He couldn’t hear her, all he cared about was the final score She knew he wouldn't do any grieving She closed the door.