David Thorpe Poem Kubili

His tactics she knew all too well,
his ever broken promises blown
as dandelion clocks into oblivion,
his sudden change of
volatile temperament

His reservoir of apt excuses
disposed at whim to tap,
his transparent placebos
debunked like secrets hidden
behind gossamer curtains

His cigarette of smouldered ash
fell, his petrified gaze
glued to her unsigned note.
“I promise to forget you,”
laughing last and loudest
her promise she kept


David Thorpe ®© 2018

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