A Sweet Mistake
I offer my upturned fists to you. “Left or right? You choose.”
You hesitate and smile, enjoying the game, “Right.”
I uncurl my fist revealing the earring that’s not mine.
Your smile slips, the game changes as recognition reaches your eyes and I watch your mouth begin to lie.
This is not serendipity; the flip of a coin, the turn of a card.
You chose someone else thinking I’d never know; I’d have played along too if you had chosen the correct hand.
The left hand held a Love Heart sweet saying ‘Mine Forever’. That would have been my choice.