The Thrill Is Gone

When we met, I thought you were something special; Bright blue, flashing eyes, burning with a passion; Witty, wise, and wonderful, I adored you. Hoping you’d like me. Later, when I bumped into you at Starbucks, We drank mocha lattes and shared a table. All that afternoon, making jokes and laughing, You told your story. After dinner, we went to see a movie. In the dark, your hand touched my hand and held it. When we said, “Good night,” you stood on your tip-toes. That’s when I kissed you. What you didn’t tell me was that you’re married. Someone else might find that to be exciting, But for me, the thrill disappeared forever. You had deceived me.