popsadie

Driven by
love and loneliness
he proposed
watched for her eyes to smile
hoped for her arms
to embrace his.

Haunted by
phantoms of womanhood
she wavered
gazed down at
her patent leather briefcase
and a button on her blazer.

Now split between
ego and devotion
she lingers
studies her closet
fingers frayed threads on a halter top
and a zipper on her knee high boots

Half hidden under
unread letters
his promise remains
bearing three cut stones
reflecting the glow
of the lamp beside it.