If only I'd known from the beginning
things would take an ugly turn.
While my well intentioned gift of love
played out too soon and burned.
You could have worked out nicely since
my mother would never approve.
I destroyed all your pictures, got new
bedding. All traces I will remove.
Tomorrow I'll find your replacement
and try once again to make it last
forever after. I keep trying to make
a Madonna from ash. Same old past.