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He said that he was broken
She told him she was broke
Neither took much notice
When the other person spoke
Far too bl**dy much in love
To weigh the implications
Not much need to forecast then
Future complications
She rationalised the broken thing
He thought that she would change
He thought she would make money
She thought he’d be less strange
You’re not broken, love, she said
And chose a metaphor
You function on most channels
Just not on Radio 4
She’s pretty good in bed, he thought
She’s bright and going far
Shame she’s getting on a bit 
And hasn’t got a car
The years went by so quickly
She watched him getting odd
Sometimes he was wonderful
Sometimes a total sod
She had to use a dictionary
To study mental health
He watched with disappointment
Her indifference to wealth
I told you so, he said, and she
Said she had told him too
And both of them remembered
What they had forgot they knew
He really was an odd one
And she didn’t have a dime
And nowt would ever change those things
Not age nor luck nor time
There’s nothing here for me, he thought
Her interest rate is falling
She’s still in social housing
And her prospects are appalling
Love moves mountains, so she thought
I love him sane or mad
She thought that he still loved her too
She really had it bad
In the final conversation
They reviewed the words they’d spoken
How she had told him she was broke
And he said he was broken
I still love you so, she said
He shrugged, his eyes grew dim
With all the faith she had in love
She said these words to him
Take me, love, or leave me
For I always shall be poor
At that the b*gger got his coat
And walked right out the door

by Gail

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