across the Mersey

after

she moved to 
England,

in a flat near Liverpool,

i never

heard from her

again.

no postcard,

no nothing.

she left me in the dust.

changed her

name to Maggie,

and started eating

butter pies

for breakfast,

hanging out

in soccer pubs.

she let her hair go

curly and a rusty

shade of red,

let her skin go

pale

from lack of sun.

for awhile we were in

love,

i truly thought that

she was the one.

Blimey.