The pall that fell on Valentines
was first from a broken heart,
and the worst of our fears
came true: witness our descending minds.
This rift could be repaired
if only there was compromise.
But the rape of our memories hovers,
smattered, and she just doesn’t care.
We grieve for the man with dreams
As they fade into what must be ours,
but the pain that has landed
cut through us both: double rheems.
Never feel bad that you were had
by the most evil person we’ve known.
Sit back and laugh as she steals Dad’s half
Here’s to W.J., Nancy and Tad.