together
in church, in their pew.
at last again,
husband, wife, son.
family.
waving gaily to the priest,
their dearest
and closest friend.
all bowing their heads.
hands pressed
together.
repeating the rote prayers.
rosaries and hymnals
in hand.
pious and perfect.
what a pretty picture it is.
though most of it
will always be untrue.
the married man
in her phone,
in her heart, he's never
not far away, never giving up,
never through.
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