It was an obscure little detail

He may have forgotten to mention

Like when someone is selling a house

They conveniently forget to tell you about the leak

But this one, this one could have changed the course of history

It would have made her think twice

About ever stepping foot into his life.


Borneo was the place they roamed

For days they spent hiding away

Then exploring

The way lovers do.


When the detail emerged

That he wasn’t quite who she thought

He was also not man enough

To stick around for her reaction

He ran off

To let her deal with it on her own.


A small infraction, he thought

As she sat the rest of her life

Wondering why she wasn’t even good enough

For “I’m sorry.”