King Buffalo is Full of Hell

Why are we all
collectively hung up
on the one
that got away?

Because we are idiots
with egos the size of tires
but fragile as Cadbury Cream Eggs 
left in a hot car. 

I am haunted by a kiss
that she should have never returned
in the goddamn TGIFriday's 
in Union Square. 

My heart is still beating;
that kiss is now a scar.
She is my very soul, tormenting me...
What can I do? I will do anything you ask. 

All you have to do
is send me a song
to move along
and I will know.