the-Row

Give me a penny,
I'll give you a grave.
You can bring what you saved
in that porcelain jar
In the ong years before,
We decided to travel to infinity,
And had our first Row
Oh, but how
Joyous is our love
When that -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> -> jar
goes flying
across the room
And boom!
Crack!
It smacks hard against the wall and scatters little silver sun-soaked dreams into the bright
B
E
Y
O
N
D

What did you think those coins would become?
Were you saving so that fetus could be a fresh-faced freshman
of some Great University
Where she could be stamped cookiecutterquick
Into a doctorlawyeradvertisingexecutivemarinebiologist?
But then you happened to miscarry
And perhaps I was misled
When I said that your fortitude
Had Gotten to your HEAD

You just aren't the same person anymore.
Holdmeiloveyouandathousandotherutterances
Patches on a Wound.
That will just open again.
(and prob'ly soon).