Why did I fall head over heels?

Why was I mesmerized?

Not from your coquettish ways,

sweetness, or lack of lies.

How you snared me was unfair

in some vague cosmic sense

You clubbed me; dragged me by the hair

With your intelligence.

Why did I quit so suddenly,

and put you on a shelf?

Reasons I can't articulate

that make sense to myself.

We're too good at moodiness

Our arguing was heated.

Because I'm not around those scenes 

will never be repeated.

That's as good a reason as any.