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February 27, 2017
He stood her up.
He stole her pride.
He sent her on
a wild goose ride,
to nowhere that
she’d ever been –
If he’d just said
‘He wasn’t keen’!
He stood her up.
she waited long,
Listening to repeats
of that same song,
Inside the doorway
of The Robin Hood.
Gently simmering
for his blood.
He stood her up,
so long ago.
Never could she let
the moment go.
For over an hour
she loitered there
With a sinking feeling
of despair.
He stood her up
on the first date,
as guys came and went,
and thought her bait!
And she, naïve –
a cold & wet young teen,
as the Juke Box belted out
Yellow bloody Submarine!
He stood her up –
‘A promise counts for nowt’,
She thought as the wind
blew her brolly inside out,
as the heavens again opened,
with not a rat in sight,
as she trundled home, bedraggled
on that wasted night.
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