Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!
A life can get knocked into a new orbit by a car crash, a lottery win or just a bleary-eyed consultant giving bad news in a calm voice.
Perhaps all human interaction is about wanting and getting.
I can write pretty much anywhere.
Assured her I've never loved anyone except myself and have no intention of starting now.
...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.