You and I were so long ago you’re barely a memory,
and though I lost respect for you decades ago
when you cheated on me with that college guy even
though you said you were going to marry me,
sometimes I wonder how your life went and it you’re still
alive in this world.
But then I regain my senses, and I see that we were
so long ago that how your life went does not matter to me.
Yet once in a great while, maybe decades a while, I do
wonder how your life went.
But I suspect if I were to know, I’d find out that I really
didn’t want to know after all.
Bob Boyd