New Leaf Sonnet #11

In February two thousand and six
I looked in your eyes the first time and said
A strange thing to myself. The mind plays tricks
And this thought, matter-of-fact in my head
Came from nowhere and for no good reason.
My heart belonged to another man then,
Younger and more handsome than you - treason
Was never more senseless. My response when
The thought manifested was repulsion
And fear that it might come true. Was hubris
Ever more harshly punished? A demon
It must have been, the wicked cause of this
Wretched state of mind: pain to make me swoon,
Thinking oblivion can't come too soon.