it was over
before it really began
we were lovers on Friday
a modern tragedy by Tuesday
and I got stuck with tickets
to an obscure indie band
because as we sipped wine
I don’t remember the color of
you said we should go
see a concert together
and I said we should pick
a band we don’t know
songs we couldn’t have heard
which we would learn together
they would be our wedding band
a toast you make at rehearsal
and whenever we heard their songs
on the radio or in a movie
we’d think fondly back to how
our love got started with music
and all of this is to say:
you owe me forty dollars.
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