What happened?

It wasn't meant to be, I guess.

I met someone.

You met someone.

Someone met us more than halfway,

Half dressed.

 

You came with Christmas presents

On Valentine's Day,

Showed up in a buggy

With an outsized gas-guzzling engine
To take us to the prom

 

My parents hated you, you hated them.

With all your heart you said.

They say the heart has its reasons.

 

It was great when it worked

But when did it work honest hours?

Moonlighting more like.

We rattled and banged

No smooth rich hum.

 

It was nothing.

Well, almost nothing.

An old jalopy with

A big dying engine.

Long since rusted

In the long brown grass.