Last Year Poem by Angel Payne

Last year, it was mahogany wood tables with white linens and crystal stemware...

Service on a platter, by a girl whom you already knew, so new.... so many sparkles I could have drunk my wine from your eyes... the stemware wasn't even as bright.... and your mind wandered through conversations, conversions in places where food was supposed to be. But I can't even remember what we had to eat. Just that you were with me, and her, on a night I reserved, for us.

You lured in every fantasy driven straight girl with your green eyes and sweet tone.... though you claimed you were committed to me. And your insecurities ran like Usain Bolt in the Olympics and you accused me of everything you do while the door is closed and I am not looking.

You used sweet smiles with dimples and shrugged shoulders to send false messages of the way you really handle things. But I saw your rage.... you are not exempt. Still human, as much as you try to hide it.

Well this year.... this year will be different.

We broke up.