the cruise to save the marriage

we took

a cruise once upon a time.

the cruise

to save

the marriage.

a romantic trip

beneath the stars and moon,

drifting along

the blue waters

of the Caribbean.

she wanted a bathtub

in the room,

despite the six pools,

nine hot tubs

and Jacuzzis

and 

the ocean outside our

suite

with a king size

bed

and a veranda.

i gave in and said okay, but

on day two

of the ten day cruise

around

islands i caught her

on the poop deck making

out with

one of the servers,

Juan from Puerto Rico.

i remember

how he gave her an extra

helping

of creme Brule at dinner.

she told me

she was just making new

friends.

i tried to call my lawyer,

but the cell reception

was poor, at best.