an oldie but a goodie

You, with that other girl
Who looks much like me,
Look much like us together
Long before
When things were
Simpler, closer, clearer.

Now you are so far
From me and our home
From what we had
From what we didn’t have
From where we lived in that inch
Between our shared love and our separate secrets.

Today I found them,
The postcards,
The last little pieces of evidence
That you were completely mine.
They are now sealed away in a box
To be opened in a decade.
I will read them late one night
And be glad that someone other than my husband loved me that way.

I wish you weren’t so mixed up
So jumbled inside
Maybe you’re not now
Maybe she sorted you out
Maybe you sorted you out
Either way, it wasn’t to my credit
That you have learned to love again.
For this, I am disappointed.
I tried so hard.

You,
With that other girl
Who looks much like me,
Gets you now
And I get to give up on you now
Again.

Since you
I have loved a few
Real love, deep love
Eyes opened and closed love
But you always haunted still.

Not now.
I get to give up on you now.
I will try so hard.