Written by C Hues
December 15, 2021
This is the last time I will stray The night before the Genesis Lust has darkened all my days Succumbing to my nemesis Dreaming of what we built Before we begin, I hasten Could it be the Catholic Guilt? As history breeds anticipation What a relief to not be a bride The whiteness won’t conceal the lie The jokes our guests throw at your pride Knowing my number’s twice as high Our children will resemble me I can avoid all questions And no new branches on the tree From my past indiscretions You have loved before me—but with me you’ve been true As you cannot hold back the tears And we exchange, “I do” I will eradicate your fears A few days after I was made one I look with lament where you lay I told my wife that we were done This is the last time I will stray