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The Other Me

Had I remained married we would today

celebrate thirty-seven years together.

I’d have lived those things rather than these.

For better or worse these many others now make me up.

For better or worse I am now a person who stands mystified

by the long marriages of others, the years of accommodation,

collaboration and conflict, the volumes of shared memories and milestones.

My own are a crazy quilt of bits and pieces this one shared with that one

that one with this, some of whom I no longer see or care to see.

I cannot know what other I would be, had I stayed.

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