For those in need of some Tylenol PM*

My companion. I wish now,
I had learned what struck your tune;
how to play your chords, and strum your heartstrings.
Now it's too late.


There I stood, ukulele in hand,
poised above my head
ready to strike,
like a fine woodcutter's axe.
There's a shuffle from across the room
I lept! I tumbled! I did one of those cool little rolly thingies made famous by James Bond!
Woosh! Splerch!
The sound a bunny makes when hit with a sledgehammer.

I looked down
to find my ukulele
broken
into three parts.
I'm only holding the neck.

Nooooooooooo!!!
Wasn't there another way!?
Why can't I rewind?

My companion. I wish now,
I had learned what struck your tune;
how to play your chords, and strum your heartstrings.
Now it's too late.

I wish that before we had tangoed
we would have box-stepped.

*Dramatization. Not based on any events, fictional or nonfictional, factual of nonfactual. Not based on anything I made up, either.