bayou baby

Across the hot silver countertop
I warned you your unwritten love story would be a fantastic tragedy--
you gave me a funny look,
so I told you tragedy was beautiful
and you laughed at me.
But I'm not ready for our tragic end
and the unfairness of life is such a cliche,
though it seems tragically fitting
in our short-lived circumstance.
Now every time I hear
"Go to bed, you from Shreveport?"
I'll remember to miss you a little more.

"Wish me luck--the same to you" - A Chorus Line