Untrue

The first afternoon of our honeymoon
you fell asleep on the bed.
The marble bathroom
gold table lamps
and mini bar
felt very grown up.
I told myself I could do this
I could hold my breath for long enough
to squeeze into my life.
Everyone else did.
I went out onto the balcony
and turned towards Étoile;
the whole of Paris hit me
like a glorious slap.
That's when I knew
I'd lied.