Lunar Vacation

it was over

before it really began

we were lovers on Friday

a modern tragedy by Tuesday

and I got stuck with tickets 

to an obscure indie band

because as we sipped wine

I don’t remember the color of

you said we should go

see a concert together

and I said we should pick

a band we don’t know

songs we couldn’t have heard

which we would learn together

they would be our wedding band

a toast you make at rehearsal

and whenever we heard their songs

on the radio or in a movie

we’d think fondly back to how

our love got started with music

and all of this is to say:

you owe me forty dollars.