She fades in rearview mirror,
yet still dwells so deep in heart,
as on Worldwide Web, she finds
men much better than me,
with their grass so green.
Yesterday's news,
my usefulness depleted,
Dixie Cupped to garbage heap.
My indignation was
too much for her to take,
in the light of day's betrayal.
Just the average sucker,
wanting the even break,
dreaming of love,
fooled into thinking
I found it,
but love doesn't
leave like this,
if it was real,
and if it was only
real for one,
then it wasn't
real at all.
