Rifling through all the money
Gifts with intention
After the wedding but worse
No way to thank them
Once they were received
No names attached
All the cards on the floor
The world thought
She was wonderful
Of course I did too
But then sometimes
Only money mattered
Not who gave it to you
A better version of himself
Then even he was today
But all he could do was miss
What he couldn’t have
Which was the thing that
Wasn’t ever there
Some kind of made up
Situation in his head
Now that’s what you call
A true headache
Best self now is to
Make it over again but for
Him not for her
Self love?
The lights were low in the room
Friends coming and going
What’s next? Sex or more booze?
A night walk to a friends
Drugs were on the menu
We had the hotel so no rush
Building been in the ground
Since 1911 made it a sure thing
Funny engaged on one block
And married on the corner up
Years later small town
Finish the night and swoon
Back to the room
More love before bed?
Is that a question?
Maybe tomorrow
It didn’t feel like she knew
How to love him just yet
© GÄ
Poétique 