This was written after a horse racing fanatic friend of mine was left high and dry by his partner. He asked me to write something that he could send to her in a card.
He said he didn’t want anything bitter, but he wanted her to know she had hurt him.
A natural calm has descended,
and our love has come to an end.
Now that your star has ascended,
my lover’s not even my friend.
For us there’s no rhyme or reason,
your love has completed the course.
Love is a game and a gamble,
and, this time, I backed the wrong horse.