I saw you today and you’re repeating your patterns.
You got me with a shy smile and a laugh.
You took my scrunchie and never gave it back.
You wore it for days, but never did I get it back.
After awhile you said you hated scrunchies.
You rejected my offers; rejected my doves.
Now again you have one in your hair; someone else’s doves.
Now again you have someone else who will fall for a shy smile and a laugh.
Now again you repeat what got me.
I guess that’s what you meant when you said you thought we were practice.
You learned a tactic.
You learned the steps.
Now all that’s left to do is repeat.