Darren and Susan

laughing down
a corridor of days, doors
opened like magic
in a bewildering sequence
of suspended
disbelief

we could do
whatever we wanted

awaiting trial
with expensive lawyers, smile
at the separate panic-
driven strategies
of our distraught
families

it had hardly begun
before it was over

sliding down
this slippery slope, don't
forget what we decided
you and me:
whatever happens
stay cool

I still love you, babe,
do you love me?