On that first date
that virgin fact-finding mission
to ascertain if we could be anything
other than friends
or the strangers we’d been the week before,
you asked me certain questions
that I answered honestly at the time
but didn’t realize were not entirely true.

I’d said I didn’t want kids,
didn’t think it would do much good
to add mouths
to a shitty world
but,
after what little time we spent together,
I realize that there are boys and girls
that deserve to be:
yours.

I said I really liked Dylan
because I am supposed to
but I realize
that I’ve never really understood
just what he was ever talking about.
“Tangled Up in Blue?”
What does that mean?
Is he supposed to be wrapped in color?
Come ON!

And royal blue isn’t my favorite color.
I said so
because it seemed manlier than periwinkle.
But in retrospect
I find my favorite color
is whatever you happen to be wearing.

I bring all this up
because I don’t want you to think you were alone
in your little white lies.
Like you
I too
was untrue.

Still
I do wish
you’d mentioned the husband thing
a little earlier.