The Dagger

“Kiss me,” I said to her but she disregarded my offer, shoved it aside like an old chair.  “Tell me where I should go from here.”  I pleaded.  Still, she gave no attention to me.  “I love you,” My final plea.

She turned and smiled as crookedly as the road home and with one sweeping move she thrust a dagger into my chest.

Love so final yet so capricious.