Shattered Pride

Poem of the imagination. He told me he was all alone when we were talking on the 'phone. So I hurried through the melting snow until I saw the welcoming glow. But as I walked towards his door I noticed footprints in the thaw, and then I knew it was a lie... he was not alone. I began to cry! There stood the girl he loved before, romantic perfume, blonde coiffure. Blue eyes stared right back at me and lustrous lipstick I could see. He asked if I could stay awhile, but oh dear, no! I ran a mile... away into the midnight snow, away from that unwelcoming glow. I left the man I once loved well to join the famed Heartbreak Hotel. And with shattered pride in hail and rain, I caught the early morning train.