I rejected you, but rued that right
away, resorting to you only
in dreams, where you never ran
out and replace me.
I would glide down the aisle on
a loop, saying, “I do. This time I do,”
in dream after dream, day after
night, replayed for decades, then spent.
Until Sara said you said to say
“Hi.” That you asked if I ever went back
to brunette. That you’re blessed with the
twins, but your treasure is Jane.
And now Sara, she haunts me, but
really, I’m fine. The meds help me drift…
renew those old vows…go for coffee in the
rain… and to fly.