The cackled caw of swooping rooks buzzed my senses, as I spied on them in the poppy field.

Its sweet almost cherry blossom scent danced on the summer breeze.

In the end, a whispered word, an acknowledged nod, and the vulgar raising of her yellow summer dress was all it took.

Her mouth falling silently open as he entered her.

There was no love, no affection, I didn’t want there to be.

Her eyelids fluttered, as she surrendered to the size of the better man. 

Looking in my direction, she mouthed the words that broke my heart.

I love you.