Twice I thought I’d found the love of my life.
Number one when I was a troubled teenager
(but with a heart that was true and a
gentleman to women)
who lived in New Jersey and I lived in Mass.
After about a year, she cheated on me with
a college guy, broke my heart, and ended
my feelings, my love, for her forever.
Number two was a social worker when I was past
middle age and felt our true love was forever.
It lasted six years until she was diagnosed
with a host of health problems, and like a
martyr decided she didn’t want to be a burden
on me despite my wanting to care for her and
love her no matter the medicals, no matter what.
Now I wish and hope, probably foolishly, that
number three and the real one will be
the love of my life in my afterlife.
I don’t see or seek any move loves of a lifetime
in my waning earthly life, even if I live to be 100.
Bob Boyd