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
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.”