Here’s the story,
of the Summer 2020 hit and run,
when the ex from 7 years ago,
ambushed my gig,
to tell me,
“I was the one”.

He said he was in therapy,
and shouldn’t have let me go,
kids were no longer part of his plan,
and he needed to let me know.

His manic declaration,
in the middle of my set,
left my friends stunned,
and me visibly upset.

I wanted to say “go to hell”,
and tell him he was wrong,
instead I sat back down,
and began my next song.

So that’s the story,
of the hit and run,
by the ex I can now say with absolute certainty,
is definitely not the one.