Caught Flat-Footed

I was all in.

You were the only one

on my dance card.

But it often felt like

you had one foot in

and one foot out.

 

Twelve years into our marriage,

you started playing footsie

with someone else,

followed by the hokey pokey.

Before I knew it,

you put your whole self in

with your new best friend.

You always were

a dancer at heart.

I just assumed that

you would always be my partner.