A life unshared, somebody once opined,
describes a life unlived. That gave me pause.
I then was twice-divorced and not inclined
to think a third time charming, for the flaws
in marriage one and two were no doubt mine –
indeed, my exes each espoused again
without complaint or doubt, while I seemed fine
as one, and only lonely now and then.

It happens when I let my gaze extend
to big occasions that I feel alone.
Except when contemplating fetes or end-
of-life, I’m happy being on my own.
I daily flourish, unannoyed and free.
I share my life with others constantly.