On being stood up by a broken car at the start of another journey into life.

Here we go again
Déjà vu

The car won't go
And I'm missing you.

The second time
in as many years.

This time it's Christmas
And I'm in tears.

I don't know why
I feel so sad
You might be horrid
But I'm not bad.

What am I
supposed to expect?
Perhaps you love me
But I hate to suspect.