And then there was you
with all your promises
And hopes for tomorrow
All wrapped up with a pretty pink bow
And a dozen fading roses
That was you
Like in the movies
Behind an old velvet curtain
Tangled up between the seats
Smelling of popcorn
And peanut m&ms
There you were
It must have been a dream
Because reality never tastes so sweet
That was you
Casting to nowhere
A hook. A rod. A reel
Propped up with a cooler
Full of worms and aspirations
Waiting. Always waiting
Wanting nothing but a bite
Never getting more than a nibble
That was you
The swing of the club
Sailing high over the freshly mown field of green
The ball drops
Rolls away as if caught in a vortex of anticipation
No amount of wishing can change direction
That was you
A ring. Ruby set in gold
Scouring the tattered pages
In search of the dress
You know the one
The one little girls long for
Long before they’ve received their first kiss
The illusion of needing nothing more
That was you
And then there was you
With all your promises
All your hopes
All your dreams
Crushed by the weight of the truth
The pretty pink bow now torn open
And the roses are all dead
This is you