All gathered, waiting
with baited breath
as the husband approached
the flowered podium,
his eyes blue with glossy
red touches and dark circles
he breathed in and out
several times, painfully
he looked up,
spoke so soft and low
men cupped their ears
and the women leaned in
“She enjoyed me when I was no one,
She liked me when I was someone,
She loved me more than anyone.”
And he left,
all alone.
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