please forgive my broken heart
syndrome,
for the memories,
for my weakened heart.
I am sorry,
for how we never got to use that swing set,
which is now buried with rust and time,
shattered chains and a broken seat,
all it's good for now is memories.
I am sorry I never got to take you
to new heights
or even the beach,
because I passed out at the wheel,
and the breaks didn't work,
when we were going too fast.
Please forgive my broken heart syndrome,
as we round the bend,
just please forgive me
as we flip.
