I miss my husband. After 15 years
divorced, I spent last Saturday with him
and slipped into nostalgia. It appears
I could have stuck it out – I sought a whim
and built romantic castles in the air –
except appearance isn’t history.
I chuckled and forgot how bored and bare
and lame it was, when it was him and me.

I’m peering out from loneliness, right now,
and so cannot remember what was wrong
with us – I think I could have figured how
to let him be, and stay, and get along
as well or better than we did… Except…
I wanted more than that, I recollect.