We finished a rehearsal
One warm and muggy night;
A bunch of us decided
To meet up for a bite

So we had beer and pizza –
Which was a nice repast –
And I was chatting with a red-haired
Woman from the cast —

I asked her out to my place:
Just a fancy, nothing forced –
And then we’re getting married.
And then getting divorced.

The whole things started simply;
In six years, we were through —
It’s possible in telling this
I missed a point or two

For now although it’s foggy
Two things do stand out clear:
What ended up in sadness
Did start with too much beer.

Relationships and choices –
The whim of moments gone —
Just memories that fade away
Like hangovers
At dawn