her new husband
is not like the old husband, who
would be me.
he holds her close,
laughs at all
her jokes, asks her
if she needs anything.
champagne coffee tea.
his arm stays around
her, keeping her
tightly held
waist to waist. his eyes
smiling
with this new found love.
she tells him
to do a dance, to sing.
to jump up and down. to bring
her some polish
for her rings.
I am happy
for him. for her,
and especially
for me.
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