A Car Ride To Vegas Poem by Chris Schleier, Jr.

I can't believe this is happening...
What reason can come from this?
I cannot marry her...
My bride has betrayed me.
She has milked this secret for long enough...
It didn't slip out, it barged into the field:
A runaway horse, bucking and snorting.
How could she...
She was my life...My healer...
Now, bruised with heart bleeding,
I confront her by getting in my car
and leave the venue.
She doesn't need me. She has Dave.
She'll be fine.