Another

I cried then because

I felt like just another.

I was at once your only,

your Queen,

then just another. 

Common in an uncommon love

that was longer mine.

He compared her to me-

briskly, briefly

I--who was once beyond compare...

I cried because love died there

on Mulholland Drive.

It fell in pieces over the city.

My love floated down;

belongs to other hands, not mine.

Maybe someone can fix it,

We couldn't

One man's trash...