first date.

As I sat across from you,
as we sank to converse
I could tell. And I knew
I could get it no worse
than the bad I now had.
Oh, and I had it bad.

There wasn't any obstacle
I could see

to prevent us from spending
as much of eternity
as we'd give so glad
- if you gave.

I presented best sides
as I flew, as I tried
to behave, just in case
you could see it, too.

See anything like it.

I was so brand new
in that moment, I could see
all the way to old age.

My teeth
began to crack
as the entrees were served,
and away they gave
as I chewed, and I tried
not to cry as my flesh
lost tone, fell to sag

and I mourned
at the loss
of this dear old bag
of watery meat, which
has served me so well.

As I swerved in my seat
in a quiet, and carefully
concealed wave of grief
- I reflected

it was going well.

And my bones lost mass,
became delicate things.
And dessert was served,
- my hands were skeletal wings.

But all the way through, we laughed
'til we cried,

'til I died.

You

were never any less
beautiful than when
I first picked you
up,

that night I tried.

When I asked.

When you said yes. And
who knew
where such a funny thing

could be going to? But

they always told me that
I move too fast.

I wanted too much future,
I guess.
Let it slip
to past.