I used your movie ticket for a date
With someone else. You probably put on
The dress that I admired, the one with eight
Buttons along the back (or was it nine?),
And I am very sure you went alone
To see the film, wearing your hair the way
I liked it. She gave me her telephone
Number the day I fell from you, the day
You probably were saving for a storm.
Forgive me. There’s a lot I want to say,
Like this: The courtesies that keep us warm
Are not the forfeit I agreed to pay,
And where the hell’s the fire that made your mold?
Forgive me. I’m afraid of being cold.