A charmer of sorts
Of no interest initially
A birthday peck on the cheek
And then he bought a raffle ticket
Which made me look at him in a different way
And he won
So we went on a weekend break
After a coffee date
That I still don’t know why I agreed to
Ignoring those who said he was sinister
And then the big secret
That shall not be named
And then finding a birth certificate
For his birthdate but not his name
Pretend it is not so
He says all the right things
And a gun – what is that about?
And I always was naive
Being let down
Bashed in the nose
Or was it?
Princess. Babe. Confusing romance.
The wake-up call
If you think the Widower could not happen to you
Be afraid, be very afraid.