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.
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