To Bambi

I’m so sad

And you know why

Or you don’t.

Which makes me sadder.

The thing is

I don’t know.

I loved you like

An artist loves a doe.

But you loved me like

A suit loves a bee.

I’m sorry it had to be that way.

Maybe someday in May,

We will get our day.

But for now

I will be like the bee

And love many a flower.

And you will find your doe

And admire her like an artist

And I will die with one final sting.

Au revoir.

May nature take its course.