I thought we would be forever, together, better

Then any individual thrill, yet still

We overlooked each other

 

I thought that I would feel a happy chappy not crappy

Like I felt with previous lovers gone before, so sure.  

We subsequently unhooked from those others

 

Yet what is bizarre, we are, not far, 

We’re close at hand. Must we disband?

For this love has a deep vein thrombosis

 

Does our love not matter, it’s in tatters, it staggers

It’s unsteady. So I’m ready 

To extricate myself from this