Second (Part 2)

Your phone conversation ends.
I wonder does “us” end.
A sigh before you say dramatically that you would understand if I no longer wanted us to see each other.
I cut the distance between the table and me to you to tell you I can’t love another.
On cue, you smile, say the same, and kiss my cheek so not to smudge your lipstick.
The contact will get me thru the lonely soon to come, even though the moment was so briefly quick.

Two minutes left in our rendezvous, your cell phone rings again; your heart’s master beckons.
You kiss my other cheek and wish me a Happy Valentine’s Day, and I believe every word; even though to him you run and place me as your valentine, second!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive