Metrosphere 2004-2005
Holiday
Trip to Vegas for Halloween.
No permission. No matter.
Only 19, but set foot in every casino.
Got lost in the lights and sirens.
Touched nothing.
I suggested we get married.
You smiled and got a room with two beds.
Still, I was hopeful. But you sped on the way home.
By Thanksgiving, you had had the best of me.
We were done by Christmas.
I developed the film years later.
And marveled at the pictures of our smiling faces pressed together.
I was sure then that you loved me.
I am sure now that you didn't know how.