Fait Accompli

It’s like I said

I didn’t think we could be friends

Not without the innuendo and banter

Both of us willing participants, I thought

Driving at breakneck speed down the highway

Some sort of music being churned out on the radio

I asked myself why

Why was I following along?

Was it because your words excited me?

They intoxicated me, I got caught up in them?

I lost my mind in the rapture of the moment

All the while the hair on nape of my neck was pricked

Then

Without warning there you went again, braking hard

Leaving another mark as you peeled off road to hide in the shrubs

Only to emerge aloof and derisive

In apparent virtuous disdain

You dropped the hot potato and threw cold water

Why did you circle in and ensnare me?

Then stand afar off as if holding court?

Should I have continued?

Continued all the way to the departure of me?

There would always be an elephant in the room

A fly in the ointment

An obstacle, a sticking point

A hitch if you would

Not the heavenly kind you hook a wagon to

More like an earthbound one

A secret sorrow, just between us two

The pattern I spoke of was real and not imagined

Whether or not it was planned

The timing was always impeccable

Kudos to you on that I suppose

If not orchestrated then a pity

It is unfair and unkind to keep swinging back and forth

Higher and higher towards the sky

Upping the ante

Like the Guvnor and Miss Kitty

Whose game in the end was fait accompli

I’d look for you every day

Missed hearing your voice

It was pathetic really

I hated it actually

It was a disastrous attraction

But I refused to take up with you again

Not that you asked

It would have been folly

Total and complete folly

I was mildly contrite for my anger

It was not becoming

I am still a woman of many passions

They got the better of me

I am not sorry for my read

Or sorry for my estimation of the situation

At the end of it all

A two-way virtual conversation twice over two days

Two times we were ribald and lewd

To one add a full Monty

It was unbidden but I wasn’t a prude

You ended each day’s event with patronizing observation

This was unkind, harsh and rude

Why not leave it be?

What motive, what purpose drove you to punch me?

To land those virtual blows to my head?

You knew from the inception

What my perception would be

Some things are far better left unsaid