Two people meet.
Two people greet.
Once the formalities are established two people speak.
Conversations concerning what occurred during the week… slowly progressed to the qualities each other seek.
The conversation concludes with a date for next week.
Next week arrives.
The date was set for 9,
And the two people reengage in conversation as they gaze in each other’s eyes.
The connection brings goose bumps more chilling than their water filled with ice,
And they seem to agree that the vibe is feelin’ right.
The night continues.
They’ve the enjoyed the menu,
And talk arises about migrating to another venue and finding other activities to get into.
Tracy is genuine, Casey compromised their true characteristics hoping to impress.
This became the platform for which the relationship progressed.
So when the relationship became trying and began to hand out tests….
Tracy spoke the truth and Casey opted to avoid stress.
Casey sought comfort in ambiguity.
Often responding to questions with answers like “none of them matter, it’s just you and me.”
A functional habitual liar that can fib fluidly never really considered the ramifications of their cruelty.
So in actuality, Tracy never saw Casey in reality,
Because Casey always hid behind technicalities and loopholes like cases involving legalities.
It’s quite foul to see how one can mislead another and walk about proudly. (pr- ow-d- ly)
Then rest their head on a pillow at night and sleep soundly.
Tracy then began to notice some dissention in their connection.
More distance + more arguments = less affection.
Unfortunately Tracy didn’t know that she should have purchased protection,
Because her lover was a stranger and master of deception.
Casey was the bank fund where Tracy deposited her love, dependence and trust,
But Casey was a corrupt banker that allowed Tracy to accrue interest and cashed out on lust.
Tracy essentially was robbed blind but her eyes couldn’t penetrate the settling dust,
And once it did the Casey the culprit had bolted and couldn’t be cuffed.
There’s no way to know that you’re loving a stranger.
There’s no sign that expresses a clear and present danger.
There’s no fine that can recover your trust and lost wager,
And there’s no time span for healing except expecting it to be later.
Loving a stranger starts with a pulse, a vibe intensifies, then flatlines.
Poem idea requested by Sidney Llorance