The Efforts of An Error

I dreamt of a gazebo last night and you were there,
in the middle of it,
soaked in the dissipating moonlight,
waiting for me to show,

but instead of asking for your hand,
instead of dancing with you,
my love,
I rested among the trees and watched you wait,

I was curious to see your pain,
to see what my absence would do to your presence,

you had no rotary,
no way to call me,
and I suppose I was not scared of losing you,

you relied solely on my promise,
and here I was intent on breaking it,

When I was little,
they told me that sabotage was the fastest way to bring my demise,
this seemed arbitrary,
obvious even,
but tonight, it was pervading my memory,
saturating my second thoughts,

There were tears in your eyes,
agony that I had invoked,

and just as I thought my work was irreparable,
there gleamed a half smile,

but not for me,

for him who rescued you there in those early morning hours,
he clutched your hand in his,
called you the things you longed to be called,
all the while enchanting you as I silently disembarked from my mistake