getting over it

my friend jimmy
broke up with his wife last month.
irreconcilable differences.
i run into him
down at the local pub,
crying in his beer.
they were married for almost
a year.
i loved her so much, he says.
loved her like
I've never loved another woman.
she was my life,
she was my wife.
i miss her so much, he tells me.
then i see him open his phone
and a picture appears,
who isn't his wife. some woman
in a red dress.
who's that i ask, as he
wipes away his tears
with a bar napkin, and blows
his nose.
oh that's betty, met her
the other night
on tinder.
she's coming here
later tonight, she's a school
teacher
from La plata.