Unrequited Love
Returning from a one-sided
love affair
on a full tank of unleaded love.
It didn’t help matters much
with Roy Orbison singing
“It’s over” on the radio;
I made an attempt to turn it off
but I just couldn’t do it.
I was masochistically mesmerized:
hearing only his voice
lamenting its familiar, few last lyrics:
“It's over, it's over,
it’s over… it’s o...ver.”
Indeed, it was!
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