Another Imagined Betrayal Poem by RIC BASTASA

i'd perhaps see it from you point of view that when you left me
you pretentiously wore a sad face,
lying to your teeth as you try to deliver the lines of
parting,

and when the plane left and landed upon
your destination on
a perfect touchdown

another pair of arms are there
waiting for you and

you run almost hitting another passenger with
your pack

focusing on the
new lover
kissing and holding too tightly
not minding
how the other conservative passengers
react
to such a
well planned
betrayal