A Groom’s Maid

My first romance, all three weeks of it, ended
with a phone call, with mutual agreement.
Her next high school sweetie offered her his name.

And so with each of my college loves,
each post-grad, even the fleeting trysts
I keep alive in my married mind.
Look. Behind me. Mr. Right.

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