Rico

A decade plus two has passed since they met
He had a choice, and she had a past
Was their reunion by chance
Or planned by faith
One couldn’t tell on that cold, rainy, day
A mere glance was shared
For a moment or two
Before he departed on his bicycle built for two
He tasted the nectar of her fruit way to soon
One that was ripe for the picking
But picked by a baffoon.
They danced with their thoughts, fingers, minds and souls
Although she knew all along that he too would fold
She played the game for as long as she could
She then turned in her piece and told faith
if it should it would..