after she tells me that she's found
the love
of her life,
the one true
man she's been
searching for,
she shows up on my
porch
crying.
didn't work out? i ask her
while i yank out
a cork from a bottle of pinot
noir.
no, she sobs.
i can't believe it.
he treated me
like a queen, i felt
like i was the wife
of a king.
i try not to bring up
Henry the eighth with her
and instead pour her
a large goblet
of wine, all the way
to the brim.
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