Bare feet pounding furiously against the dark pavement,
In an unfriendly world his bearings were shot
His mind firmly fixed on her crestfallen visage
Her knees in the waves and her tearful eyes hot
Such a ridiculous moment, easily avoided
All he really wanted was to look like James Bond
A surgeon would’ve found his instructions confusing
But her expression betrayed she’d most likely been conned
Into marrying a man who downplayed her joy
In service of an image he was desperate to find
She misunderstood my, oh, what does it matter
I only wanted her closer, well, hell, never mind.
The accented voice still stung in his ears –
“Hey people, stop fighting, that guy took your bag!”
The new husband caught not one quick glimpse of his quarry
The new wife resisted the innate urge to nag.
She carefully counted which treasures were missing
The second cruel theft in the space of a week
At the airport they’d made off with her fresh spouse’s passport
His license fell victim to this losing streak
Along with her nighties, her birth control, meds
His cell phone and Gaudi pics, seven whole rolls
They’d filched his prize camcorder, Ray Bans, His iPod
some books, the camera bag – filthy damn trolls
He returned empty handed, which was what she expected
the blame quickly swung from the crooks to her man
her fraught desperation with the medicines missing
Stilled her temptation to place flames before fan.
An hour deposits them safe at the airport
Both happy to leave Barcelona behind
He thinks “maybe one day we’ll go back in future”
While she longs to put all of it out of her mind.