he lied

her heart is broken.
he wasn't who she thought he was.
this knight
on a white horse.
this hero
with a sword gleaming
in moonlight.
hardly.
he creaked with rust,
with
false word, limped
with an old man's heart.
she put all her eggs
into
that soft
wet basket of hope
and out they fell.
the whites,
the runny
yolks.