Gamble

This is the start of something blue.
These were my dreams on our drive
that afternoon.
What am I doing in Anaheim,
how much time have I borrowed from you?
You’re in cold blood love
but something borrowed
means it returns used.
What I have left
is something old like the sun-
dried houses along cracked desert roads.
Something I knew I’d feel; what I passed on
the way home from Vegas
was a life without you —
an endless thought
in an endless room.
You should see how I’m punished.

– Anaheim, CA

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Taken somewhere in California