With a tear and a smile,
I smile and get out of your car.
The date is over,
and so is our fling.
I briefly attempt to
substantiate future contact,
but it doesn’t work.
You had plans in mind,
but damn,
you’re ambiguous.
I’d just like to remind you,
you kissed me first.
But I suppose that gives you
the right to stop
just as abrupt
as you started.
With a tear and a smile,
and one last kiss,
I step back into my home,
and I sigh,
just
like
this.
