I always had real fun, when you two were together. The white impala ran soooo fast, with me in the middle – screaming down the roadway, wind blowing in the windows. We, the solid threesome, did everything together.
It didn’t last. This special day arrived, when you wore white; and I lit candles, standing on a box. And then, time came to go – time for you to leave – the first time I didn’t have a part.
That was when your honeymoon began. That was when mine ended.
by michael david b.