“We’re not going to a show,”
he said. “They’re too expensive.”
“Oh,” she said, nodding sagely. “Right.”
They’d travelled all that way
to a sleepless city of lights.
Shows every night.
Wild crazy sights.
She’d packed for a night out.
“I get it,” she said,
smirking to herself.
She waited for his
inevitable surprise,
as he took her for
long walks in daylight
until her beautifully shod feet ached.
Then he napped.
She smiled at his
preparation for a late night
and she practiced her
astonished expression.
First night.
Second night.
Last night.
She gaped at him,
heading to an early bed.
Surprise!
There really is
no surprise.
Shawn L. Bird 
Ugh. I felt that. Great poem, Shawn.
lol.
Excellent. My work here is done.
Disappointing…for her.
or resignation or amusement
You just pegged my ex husband. Wow.
Oooh.
I recognise the sentiment a life well lived. I agree with words4jp
😉
very nice flow…
Thanks
Ouch! 🙂 nice write.
Thank you.
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Damn, i want a surprise!