Calling A Date A Date: Romantic ImproVerse Iambic Poem Lament

When she flew with a married guy/
to Paradise, I didn’t cry.
Why?
I was just waiting.
Now she at least admits:
They’re dating.

Yes, it’s the pits.
But don’t be alarmed.
I won’t lay awake at night,
nor fight
a battle of wits
with someone who’s half armed.

Tags: battle of wits, call it, CyranoWriter, Date, dating a married man, Emotional poetry, flew to paradise, haiku, half-armed, it's not a date, Kuhns, muse, paradise, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetic Lament, Poetry, rhyme, rhyme scheme, romance poetry, romantic, romantic poetry, she admits they're dating, she had a date, sleep, Suffering, we just met, won't lay awake, working through issues, www.cyranowriter.com