Bullseye

I am over forty, feeling naughty
guilty of the crime, for the second time
this week of answering the phone in bed
alone, I am left to stew
without you
and my head replaying the scene
poorly equipped yet re-write the script
‘should have done what she just done’
and left the room, she left the room

The walk is the trigger
but not the bullet
as I search and scan like a desperate man
for our eyes to meet, you achieve the feat
as you do every day and turn away
at just the right time
a perfect rhyme
you land the blow that knocks me down
you turn your head, she turns her head

And I can never, ever forget
my part, the not moving target
for you to land the poison dart
I have shown my hand
my strength now lies in your capricious eyes
that almost meet mine
you spin the barrel and load the gun
and just like Jim they tell me
‘come and see what you would’ve won’.