Mediocre poetry - 2:Wine and Vinegar

He spoke to me on the phone,
said he wanted to see me alone,
said 'yes'
but i was stressed (out).

We had the appetizer,
he praised me, not like a miser.
then came the main course,
he had spoken,till he was hoarse.

finally, came the delicious dessert,
ate silently and to the waiter was curt.
he looked up at me - this was a bad dream

'I am sorry'' he said,
he shook his head,
'i have to be truthful,
its not u,its me,im a fool'

'Im in love with your sister.'
In my mind there was a twister,
I took a sip of the wine,
it tasted like vinegar.