A siren whom you've despised
took it upon herself
to tell me of your
engagement today
going so far as to send photos
now burned into my corneas
for the plot, the reaction
the proof that mankind
is cruel by nature
despite my hardest protest.
There in the background
across the river
that's been my only home
lay the mountain
we tried to move
and its foothills
in which we lived for years--
the perfect backdrop
for what you left
twice, without warning.
I'm still there
behind a tree limb
outshined by your innocent grin
that's delighted by the thought
of children I would have given.
I can tell you this
without flinching
without wincing
without the aid of my gin:
I'm sorry I failed us
and I pray that he deserves you
every day.
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