ah oh

we were on our honeymoon,
in back of the long
black limo
when she told
me
about another man
she loved
more than me.
but we had the tickets,
the hotel
was booked.
I still had cake my
mouth,
on my sleeve.
she was still in her
wedding dress,
and crying,
twisting at her
diamond ring
as new brides often
do.