Romance : An Abridged Version

[PoorMonger]

She will drop another tincture in her tea
And say that it's for me.
But I know without asking
Where this conversation is going.
The hand holding is over.
Another summer in the books.
I've been reading noir all year -
Suspicious of everything.
What clued me was her breathing
Lesson learned.
Once more an abridged version
Of something like romance passes.
She will drop another tincture in her tea
And say that it's for me.
While I've known without asking
Why it wouldn't have lasted
Long enough for anything
But this -
An abrupt
Ending.