Oh she was lovely enough,
this casual pianist.
but I knew this routine by heart.
She was supposed to be a fling
an overture, nothing more
We would share some moonlight
and part soon after,
Any connection, evaporating quickly
a duet dissolved into solo
But the first voice I heard in the morning was not my own:
Please stay
and I found myself following,
not leading
"Have I learned my lesson?"
someone asked later
No,
Not yet,