My Night in Charlotte

This goes to a man in Charlotte, North Carolina; you know who you are.
You are the one that I met in a dance club, decent leather suit, looking like a star.

Nice teeth and haircut, beautiful smile, we laughed and talked.
Everywhere I would step, behind me you would walk.

You wanted to know my name; I did not want to go that far.
I started to mellow out, with each trip you took to the bar.

Your attention was towards me, for the rest of the night.
You filled me with drinks, saying everything right.

I finally admitted I was going through a divorce, other problems too.
You were also married but separated: a divorce was coming through.

One thing led to another, and a lot of time has passed.
I have fallen in love with you, divorced, waiting for you to come at last.

You started learning my vulnerabilities; would use them against me.
"You love me," you said, "but could not divorce because of legal fees."

You said "you would end up with nothing, and "with me you would go down."
I gave you my heart, my body and soul, only to be played like a clown.

You were the first separated/married man I had been with, also my last.
It took me some time to get over you, but you are finally my past.

I apologize to all married women, for the seed I sowed and reaped.
Women, married men are only out for themselves, never yours to keep.