When I hear your name,
I break out in a cold, cold sweat.
Clearly I’m not over you yet.
I didn’t think no one would blame me,
I had a bad excuse.
But if you think you’ve won
Remember it’s not a game, dear;
It’s a search for the truth.
Late last night I googled your name.
I read your blog and saw that you’d done the same
For me.
You wouldn’t know the truth if it spit in your eye
M. David Hornbuckle 