You Become the Happiest Half Empty Glass

That’s the way love goes sometimes
A real rollercoaster
Highs to lows to loop the loops
Then all flattening out at the end to a
Long
Long
Long
Low of low plateaus
As you slow way too slowly
To that blessed dead end stop
Some marriages
Like prison anyway
So maybe while you’re at the carnival
Suggest a ride with your lesser half
Into the Tunnel of Love
And emerge from the abyss
Flying smiling solo
What happened to the person you went in with
Uh
Must have fallen out of the cart
What’s the worst they could do to you
The maximum penalty would be life without the possibility of parole
Which is what that long life with your spouse
Would have been like anyway