You waltzed in, like you do
blue suit, new shoes
I should’ve known – bad news

You waltzed in, grinded your way towards my deepest part

You waltzed in, keychain in hand
ready to key me into your busy schedule

You waltzed in, down low in your suit
ready to lay down the law

You waltzed down my street,
old wheels, carseat in the back seat

You waltzed in, ready to leave,
rendering us to history.

More to come. I chose to share this “unfinished” poem because I haven’t shared in a while.