Cupid’s Folly -4/01/04

Heaven when she’s there
Hell when she’s not
Just a little boy that Love forgot
When, at the beginning of Time
He made pairs of his arrows
He must have missed me in the crowd
Of a million bigger people,
More important and loud.
When he had finished
And saw his mistake,
He only had one arrow left.
He just smiled and shot me,
And now I die:
Alone, Unloved, Bereft.