I was advised to call your betrayal something other than betrayal so I am going to call your betrayal your Toyota Camry.
Someone is learning accordion downstairs.
Why even live in Canada if moose
never destroy the tasteful apartments
of hipsters playing the accordion?
I felt more alone when you still lived here,
so watching a mouse skitter in the kitchen
or getting up to eat Count Chocula
over the sink are not things that sadden me.
Perhaps the hyperbole proves a point:
your Toyota Camry made a statement.
I’m frankly amused I still do normal things,
your Toyota Camry once hurt so much.
If I found an accordion, just before
bringing it to a pawn shop, I’d squeeze out
a few bars of that song I think you liked,
happy I could, at least, make it sound awful.