we were deeply in love my new girlfriend and I and we sat under the trees in the open fields in the starlight and she whispered to me: "Will things ever change?" And I whispered back, as I nibbled at her ears: "Nothing will ever change, sweetheart"
Then she got pregnant and everything changed
I changed my address, my work my phone number and my email address my routine and my weekend haunts - *everything changed
*final in a series of 3 tongue-in-cheek cautionary poems on guys and gals and relationships *poem 1: silly girl *poem 2: vain girl, but clever *poem 3: nothing will ever change