Message Interrupted

I hadn’t meant to say good-bye to you,
But at the time my head was full of chowder
And hornets. No, I couldn’t have been prouder
To be your man. I didn’t have a clue
About the sad state of the morning dew
That glistened like the future. I spoke louder,
As if enchanted by some magic powder
I’d gulped right down. I should have stopped to chew.

While I repaired the radio transmitter
I said you met me at a christening.
You laughed; you couldn’t have been listening,
Or surely you’d have fired the baby-sitter.
I looked ahead, and saw how cold and bitter
Our future lay before us, glistening.