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Cad
Cad
Her friends hated him.
She, on the other hand,
Did not.
She looked pass the arrogance,
Not really believing it there,
To how she felt
In his arms.
A step into his embrace
Upon departure,
A good-bye the first night
They met
Sealed the deal,s
As they say.
Even the love of female
Jazz singers,
Wasn’t the cement
That bound, like that hug.
Winter coats opened
She had stepped into
A room that felt like nothing
Before.
Years later
It still conjured up that surprise
Of, oh my god, what have we here.
A fit not fit before,
A spark of instant home.
Even after the havoc
Beset upon her
Through years of jealousy
And incomplete expectations,
It still was the finest moment
in a long line of moments
That can’t be explained
To her friends.
It just that-
That moment-
Of why she endured
Those moments
In a shapeless relationship,
Non-descriptive in terms that
The audience of her companions
Could grasp,
It’s just,
It’s just,
It’s just how he makes me feel
She’d say
To he’s a cad
No he’s not
It’s just-
And the excuses get lamer
And her heart
breaks and bleeds
In revisits of spaces
They previously shared
All she could think was
It’s how he made her feel
That night in December
Under a neon moon
An embrace that would
Change
Everything
