Break-up poetry, in the style of Louis Jenkins

I’ve never had my heart broken; but I’ve had it chipped, or cracked, a few times. Kind of like an old car, sitting on the side of the road, or in someone’s front yard with a “for sale” sign, only $200!, in the back window. A man and his wife drive by on a cool fall morning. “I could fix that up, make it good as new” he says. She knows it would just be a burden, sitting in the garage collecting dust for a few summers until they disposed of it in the same way. It looked like a nice car, it just never quite got the love it deserved; and Lord knows she wasn’t going to supply it.