He Did

I said no

but his silver tongue spun a new tale

and I said yes.

We ate.

The last meal.

Not true to myself

and to a lesser extent

him.

We left.

False hope

false justice

prevails.

We leave.

Silence.

I hate his music.

Old barn.

Smell of dust.

Old wood.

Feels like

home.

Rough wood

rough shove

rough hands

rough touch.

Rough manners.

Shove back.

Turn fast

step back

sharp tongue.

Revolve.

Retire.

Reach the door first.

Reach for the handle

so

close.

Shove hands off.

Rip door open.

Unenclosed.

Hear him warn

that the guy

is supposed to open the door

for the girl.

Too soon.

Too late.