I took flight just before the month of rain.
I had some time to settle in before the flowers came.
Then shortly after Us, arrived The Invitation,
"pack your bags and join us for the celebration!"
I spread my new found wings with hope and fantasy
of strolling in a sundress on a postcard beach.
But the wind that fall was shaky and it blew away the bloom.
I thought a perfect time to learn the sails, while in him a storm was brewing.
My head danced with Spanish tunes and visions of The Dress
They stood beneath a canopy of flowers, white sand, blue water at their backs.
Despite the fee it seemed to me an investment in eternal love.
To him it was investing in a fickle promise, immoral and unjust.
His darkness brought me tears, was it the beginning of the end?
It's funny how financial things can both damage or append.
And so here I am with roof above and water for my thirst.
Despite my broken heart, I guess it could be worse.
When he rambles down the empty sand I hope he thinks of home,
That more was lost in Cuba than the money that is gone.
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