perhaps i linger –
too long over the prey
well i spread these wings
and i fly away

did you think of the applecart
did you think, i cannot wait
well i am here,
and i count what matters
not our experience,
which you left in tatters

i just need to move on
look back and smile
i need the last of the romantics,
if only for a while

goodbye susan
i hope it works out well
when phillip –
rings upon your bell

her joy –
swaying on a hangman’s rope
we walked –
like departing fish
i had met her –
but not met her expectations