Cracked Ice in the Sidewalk

so there you have it…no need to boggle

you loved and it was lost in the shuffle

or somewhere in the  soufflé

you loved and it was not received

the way you thought and perceived

in the prominent Broadway cliche

you loved and you lost

and so you must bear the cost

and turn it into a bouquet

If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t be love

It would not have felt as warm as a glove

Now leave your self-pity and ride to the chalet!