Saint & Sinner

never underestimate

He was the saint,
she was the sinner.
And a boredom had overcome her,
she wasn't getting what she needed anymore.
It was as if a door was cracked open,
a small light reached in.
Eventually,
she kicked it & followed it out.
Because,
she wasn't getting what she wanted anymore.
It was gone,
& then it was her...

So he sits alone,
with one deafening thought:
'I am a weak paragraph in her novel of deposition.'
Promises made,
but never carried out...
He wasn't sure of it at the time,
But her enveloping aura,
followed by her absence,
wasn't expected -
just perfected.
Because he was the saint,
he didn't notice she was a sinner.