Prongs Of Promise Wept Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

She must have seen us walk along
beneath the open sky
glanced sidelong as two hands soft, strong,
danced rings gold rings deny.

She must have envied my sarong,
seen eye exchange with eye,
reaction by outburst headstrong, -
scene change would simplify.

She must have known that much was wrong
to make him turn to my
too welcome arms till dinner gong, -
oh how two souls now sigh!

When he announced he would belong
to someone else her cry
cut through me too, an icy prong
pierced desperation’s “Why? ”

She must have sensed tormenting tong
turn streaming tears to dry,
as if the Inquisition’s prong
had ripped her guts thereby.

She must have felt she long did long
in vain, - time could not buy
the dreams it seems sold for a song
s[c]ored heartbreak by and by.

She must have thought of wedding throng,
white satin dress, black tie, ...
forsaken, now she walks among
dark shadows love decry.

She must have felt resentment’s thong
whip up her tension high,
time’s welts, which agonies prolong,
blind fury in reply.

She must have felt so strung along,
and having lived a lie
that killed the love she’d loved so long,
thought someone had to die…