Ode to Terry

Once upon a time,
When love began to rhyme,
If music was the food of love
I starved that boy of mine.

He said he loved me
I said no,
I didn't love him
He had to go.

His face went into creases,
And he began to cry
"My heart's shattered into lots o pieces,
And I want to die"

I just laughed and slammed the phone
I didn't want to hear him moan,
It was just so stupid how
Exclusively for me he'd grown.

Now I am much happier
I am full of glee,
I have no excess baggage to carry
And finally.....I'm free.