Soap Opera Sunday: Betrayal (Revised. Thanks to M.)

Her confession came with the asparagus crepes,
accompanied by candlelight
and rather a lot of sweet white wine:
She was seeing Paul, she said.
My guy.

Of course I understood, I said.
Things with Paul had been over for quite some time.
Our visits infrequent; letters cold.
(Just how long, though, came as a bit of a surprise.)

And then, as she noted,
there hadn't been all so much between me and him, anyway.
(Only hopes; desire; too much confusion.)

We drank more wine, ate her chocolate cake.
Told stories, shared plans, laughed a lot.
I wished her well.

And then we parted,
From thenceforth friendly,
Never again, though, friends.
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