The Sad Lives of the Hollywood Lovers
We always met in Richmond
when you were tired of your husband.
Got a hotel in the city
to cast out all our demons.
Where we'd watch a movie
about what a lover should be,
and you'd cry out contradictions,
and I'd let you fall asleep.
Refracted through the window,
the phases of the moon glow,
and now it's been a winter
you've been sleeping on my pillow.
A season is how you spend it.
Like a marriage finally mended,
or the lovers in those movies-
We were just pretending.