The first prompt from Two Sylvias was to write about a favourite mistake. I am not sure this was my favourite mistake, but certainly one of the bigger ones.  For this one, I reworked an older poem:

Mistaken Identity

That was the moment
it all came down,
our cardboard fiction a pairing
built on haze and sleight of mouth.
At the door where mistrust
became certainty, you spoke, and—

lt was not the new millennium.
It was 1922. You were the master
ordering docile obedience
It was the last page of dialogue,
a script going nowhere.
Your mistake.

I stepped across the threshold and
closed the door.

Carol A. Stephen
Nov 2010/April 1 2018