Rehab

sobriety and i wanted to adopt
the night we got married
doubt set in
like a rabid dog or a runaway slave
both named Cudjoe
what was felt was real
we thought of our plans
looking at each other
unsure
we wanted the same thing
without knowing if we wanted each other
the innocence, the peace
in our minds our pasts
marriage is funny, not a device to try
too no dictates from anyone
two now one, you work it out
i warned before the perfect get horn
sobriety was in for her dose
maybe it was the West Indian male in me
maybe i always knew she wasn't the one
but our goal, the adoption
when she failed me i would smile
thinking of what we wanted
on the night we got married