the fiance

have you met my fiancé
she says, pointing at him as
he stands silently beside her,
grimacing.
no, I say, sticking my hand
out to shake.
you wonder if he knows.
if he cares
that you two were once lovers.
as she was with so many before you.
that she once
had big plans for the both of you.
but you escaped.
nice to meet you, he says,
letting go quickly my hand.
likewise, I say.
you will be coming to the wedding,
she says,
I sent you an email.
of course, I say.
the fiancé turns his head
and looks off into the distance.
into some future life
he's about to live in.