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His wife found an album she said,
Of his memories instead…
And an old girlfriend,
She would not pretend
That she was jealous of relationships dead.

The girl—his old fiancee—
The one who did get away…
She looked really fine
Back at that time,
But she’s not the same today!

His memories started to flow,
Glad she married the other “joe”…
Three kids she had,
That wasn’t so bad,
With him, the answer would’ve been “No”.

He remembered without despair
The friendship was never there…
But they enjoyed
A love that buoyed
Them for the time it was there.

Perhaps God really is wise
In ways that escape our eyes…
His only wife
The love of his life,
And she with him—no surprise.

—Jonathan Caswell