After a time her heart

began to act out of more habit than conviction

Following a lovely lovelorn Pattern

though love had fallen to dereliction

"I love you" she'd whisper

and believed it should be true,

never thinking that the utterance

was just what her lips and tongue were used to

In letters she'd turn a pretty phrase -

after all, that's what he'd want -

but it never crossed her mind

that she was merely hiding herself in familiar haunts