His 'ex'pression

It doesn't matter what left the table first;
The moment taste for seafood goes;
The cooked fish or the interest;
For all that lingers is stench. 

She was puny;
He called her petite.
She was childish;
He called her cute

She wasn't really alluring;
H called her unconventional.
She wasn't really honest;
H called her diplomatic.

She was getting familiar;
He called her compatible.
At loss of words, they copulated;
Made love, He manipulated

With his euphemism running out;
Taciturns became deafening silences
From missing each other;
They had gone to missing from each other

The day had finally dawned upon;
He decided to end their story.
To only be left behind by her;
To end it's epilogue.