The theory goes as the fairy tale reaches through the speakers, making out in your parents’ barn.
I blame this all on you.
If you hadn’t have
If I hadn’t have
If the electric passion didn’t ignite
If the clouds hadn’t parted ways
If your shirt hadn’t have come off
If I hadn’t have stripped nude
If your body didn’t cut loose ends
If the stars hadn’t aligned
If colors had painted a different picture
If you hadn’t died your hair blonde,
We’d be single.
(© 2020 by Andrew Cyr)