He seemed happiest
On Friday nights,
Driving towards
The casino lights.
I used to get jealous,
Sometimes got mad,
But the last time he went
I felt empty and sad.
While he gambled
With the queen of hearts
The two of us
Drifted farther apart.
Saturdays would come
And I’d be asleep alone;
It was usually 4 a.m.
When he got home.
He’d win often enough
To keep craving the high
Until I played my hand
And said goodbye.
The fix I discovered was
To stop wasting my time
On Fridays with hurt feelings
Over a bottle of wine.