This night is ours.
We have the whole evening to spend
however we want
to live, to love
to discuss where we are
and what’s gone wrong.

I have my theories, of course,
and you have your silly little hypotheses.
We can hash them out
over wine and withering debate.
My idea of a delightful time.

This used to go so well.
We used to sparkle.
We used to sizzle.
Now, are fractured,
and we don’t know if this can be fixed.

That is, unless you listen
to my very profound theory.
Here we go…