I’m not mad at you, just disappointed overall,
To see our relationship more than stumble but fall,
Thirty-Eight years old, and I thought, “This was it,”
Only to be disproven on some bullshit,
Lost and confused, I should’ve known better,
Thought we were locked, like a forecast of weather,
Bad? Nah, good, sunny and bright,
Sad? Blah mood, bummy and tight,
The two-year mark we missed barely by a month,
Now all I feel when I swallow is a lump,
How could I be so stupid? I thought this was forever,
But I’m directionless ‘cause we’re no longer together,
“More fish in the sea” is how the crummy phrase goes,
But truth be told, I say, “No,” to those goddamn hoes,
So single it is, not paired up is the current deal,
Time for me to step back, get jacked and somehow… heal.
