It wasn’t long, it wasn’t hard, it wasn’t all that it could be,

It wasn’t fake, for that – thank G-d, it felt as if the autumn trees.

Emotions falling, changing shade, the branches swing from side to side,

I even asked ‘Are you afraid? I aim to be your own Clyde.’

To be a Bonnie one must trust, but Malorie just fanning flame.

No wonder Mickey had to kill to prove his worth, to hide his shame.

‘Je ne regrette rien’, I said. Too bad you didn’t understand.

Perhaps you did, but it’s too late, there was too much we didn’t plan.

I tried, the way I always do: sincere, honest, with intent.

I gave myself, that’s all I had, I never borrowed what I lent.

I never took, I only asked, too bad I failed to receive.

Perhaps I knew it all along, all this was simply ill-conceived.