So
I hear you’ve got a husband now.
A man you love
who loves you
and is patient enough
for your flights of fantasy
and fantastic capacity
for controlled substances.
I hear that you’re happy
which makes me happy
in a way.

I wish it could’ve worked out
for us, of course.
I’d have liked to have been the man
who could ride your waves of jubilation
and depression
crashing into each other
and anyone else
seeking to swim in your sea.
I wish I could still dip into you.

But I’m glad to see
how it worked out for you
two.
Someone deserves the life
we were unable to share.
I hope it continues on the same joyous path
the next time we run into each other.
It really is funny
to be seeing you
after all this time.