The bridge is out.
You have no idea
you rejected me. No idea
there was
rejecting to do.
The bridge is out.
Can’t get there
from here—from secret
infatuation to broken
relationship blues
without an instrument—
musical, medical, or
otherwise. My umbrella turns
inside out in the wind.
Wonderful Amy,
I like it very much, the opening three stanza enjambments are so simple
and great.
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