Miss-taken

[RiverNotch]

Miss-taken
 
She mistook me with a smile.
Error perceived she frowned
and turned away.
Hope like mist
dissipates before the sun.
 
 
erthona
 
©2016

I always thought the opposing bodies were hope and despair, but I guess you were going less, er, what's the word, ethical? and more, er, ironical. I find the present tense of "dissipates" a little off, since all the rest of the poem sets the whole moment surely in the past, but I don't think that's a nit that truly interferes with the reading -- at least, not yet. Lovely.

And the title sorta reminds me of this (a completely tangential association, by the way, born I think solely out of their titles):