time
was something
he had a lot of –
but not for her
it wasn’t in the cards
where do broken hearts go
when they’re faced down
in a row
blunter than a ******
he hadn’t the guts
to keep her
no one wants to hear the truth

play nice
by the rules
this is not Uno –
you can’t reverse
analyze the therapist
his ego hurt
she matched red
another one shed
he had more than what he could use
sad, sad news
now she was left with only one
but no one won
she walked away
never to see him again
everything has an end
a color
and a number