(The other you)
The way-back-when you
I dreamed of you last night
A saying good-bye of sorts (finally, right?)
Just a few sunsets later…
You were marrying her (again)
A few of the wedding guests remembered you and me together (back then)
And still believed in us
And argued with dour faces that I was the one
for you
Even your son, in my dream a blond and well-mannered sweet 8 or 9 year old, made the case
He somehow seemed to know
But you didn’t
Or couldn’t
Or wouldn’t
And I found myself awkwardly wondering why I had been invited
to this whole spectacle to begin with
So I will leave you there, awake now
at the country club and ball
And forgive you and forgo you
for another…
(me)
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