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one for you.

I could sense there was something
more behind your sly half-smile,
a knowing, of something that I did not,
a nasty twinkle in your eye
that you could not gleefully conceal,
nor barely contain yourself
as you enlightened me
about my ex -
“well, didn’t you know ?” -
“oh, yes, she died quite a while ago -
 - died in a ditch of a broken heart,
or so the papers said.
I thought you must know, darling,
you and her being so close and all”
   - and those words echoed around
inside my head
before I stood & emptied my glass
& stumbled away without any words
to parry your satisfied look
& admonished myself that, yes,
you always were a complete shit.