The Anniversary

Poem By Mal Foster

In the heat of the dragonfly summer
we sat drinking the wine
of serious intellect.
It was two days before your wedding
and you were having second thoughts.
Discretion was never one of my strong points,
but I wondered why you turned to me
in your moment of crisis,
in your moment of uncertainty.
In the end you married him
but now you're back again
drinking the same brand of red wine
and fixing your hair
in my bedroom mirror.
Its summer again
and you can't explain
this is how you wish
to spend your anniversary.

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