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.