I’d been uneasy since Bartlesville,
Our love story taking the cinematic theme
Toward Malick’s latest wonder,
The typical end to too many stories.
I decided he was making a satire,
Posing as a love story with a happy ending.
Such a discrepancy settled over the drive
Too close to home.
She couldn’t live without him,
Dismissing her daughter to find herself wanting, wanted
Removed from any real time living
While he, he moved on quite easily.