He was young; you knew better; he thought
he knew what was best for himself. He didn’t
listen to the voices talking back; he didn’t take
responsibility for his part things was pleasurable;
back then, it was all he knew yes, he still reflects,
to that timeframe once in a while; memories
of you imprinted on his brain.
You were a married woman, and he was the man
on the side, just another fling to add
to your little black book, another chocolate
to add to your trophy shelf of young flings
you did not love him.