Many years later when I meet her again
on my way out of the Russian Tea Room
I notice how beautiful she is dining with him,
a man more attentive than I was back then.
But I see chaos dancing in her eyes
and I wonder if she has told him.
I doubt she has since she needed
ten years to tell me.
I accept the offer to join them for dessert,
and when she goes to the powder room,
I have a nice chat with her newest suitor.
He's as decent as the others have been.
On her return, he leaves to use his cell phone
and that's when, struggling for words, I say
'If you meet the right one, you can get married
in many states and more are likely to come.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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