at the table feigning nonchalance
but when her boyfriend tenderly touches
her hand it cuts like a razor.
I smile yet my eyes tell a different tale
and as my new lover caresses my hair
I rise, escaping into the fresh air
remembering summer fields of yesteryear
when we wandered for miles,
the future before us staring
at the city like an ants nest far below.
Through the pub window I watch her,
I took her for granted now have to pay
and with a rueful heart...just walk away.