it’s over, she bemoaned
how besotted she was
she remembered
those romantic dinners
his words of praise
his witty tongue
his good-looking appearance
his promising career
a made belief
that his love was true
only to hear him say
‘sorry, we have to stop
I’m attached’
a deceit
it has been
a meltdown followed
she paid dearly
for a romance
not meant to be