I was thinking about people I knew

When I was young

And how beautiful they were.

Me too.

I still see some of them

Occasionally, like

My first husband, once blond and wistful

Poetically aristocratic

Now stooped and sick

With trembling hands.

We are so many decades removed, he and I

With little to say to one another

Even though once

We couldn’t stop talking.

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