The Unbalanced (Short Story)

Last evening
I had a vision of man in the unbalanced
He approached me like a werewolf
Seeing only the fullest moon

We met in a cloud of dust

He grabbed my hand and we left into the stars
the heavens surrounded us
We were tantalizingly soaring

But then it changed

I wished he would be mine and we could join our lips in sweet passion

It didn't happen
He didn't care
He berated me
He wouldn't sing to me

I was broken like a '45

So when the bitter finale comes
I'll remember
remember
remember
remember

you and me together
and falling in love in the nether