You Lost Your Car Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Your birthday again in a dozen days or two—
And it wouldn't have to be so bad—if you ever believed in
Me—
If I never believed in you—but for now, anyways—
I will give you this castle—
Isn't it so ever bright—it is made from the emerald of
The blown glass of these bottles that
I have spent for you—
Wonderfully delirious affection—
Another day in a house or in a ballroom—and you
Lost your car,
But it wasn't so bad—you kept both of your children—
And moved into a world that seemed to disappear above
The clouds.