Shattered Pride Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Poem of the imagination.

He told me he was all alone
when we were talking on the 'phone.
So I hurried through the melting snow
until I saw the welcoming glow.
But as I walked towards his door
I noticed footprints in the thaw,
and then I knew it was a lie...
he was not alone. I began to cry!
There stood the girl he loved before,
romantic perfume, blonde coiffure.
Blue eyes stared right back at me
and lustrous lipstick I could see.
He asked if I could stay awhile,
but oh dear, no! I ran a mile...
away into the midnight snow,
away from that unwelcoming glow.
I left the man I once loved well
to join the famed Heartbreak Hotel.
And with shattered pride in hail and rain,
I caught the early morning train.