Remember?
Said "bye" by that wishing well,
you wishing well
to me, and me to you.
That didn't last.
I felt like
Burroughs playing William Tell,
oh William, tell
her, "put that apple on."
And I insist.
Shot away.
Missed her forehead by a bit.
We buy a bit
of land in Tennessee.
Missed her, dead on.
Little grave.
A small house for us to live in.
Yep, two livin'
folks, 'cept for her and me.
My aim was off.
Apple cored,
head intact. The wedding, had.
Our wedding had
killed both us just the same.
for the Masque.