Volume 67, Issue 3

Feelings
By David Wildman

Just left the restaurant,
Having a rough day.
My girlfriend left me,
With no delay.

She told me I was not,
The man she once knew.
She told me I changed,
My face turned blue.

She said she hated me,
A whole song and dance.
She walked away from me,
Not one backwards glance.

I feel angry,
Even ashamed.
According to her,
I’m the one to be blamed.

So down the alley,
I walk and pout.
But I know in the end,
It’ll all work out.

David Wildman is a sophomore at the Sy Syms School of Business.

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