By Stephen B. Bagley
Not each other’s first love
or even each other’s second.
We both lived a life before
and carried the scars to prove it.
We did not love at first sight—
life would never be so neat—
you grimly committed to him,
and I determined to stay with her.
How we fell into each other’s arms
proved more to be a laugh there,
a shared moment here, a meeting
of minds and battered hearts.
Remember our sweet surprise
when this casual acquaintance
grew into a firm friendship
and deliciously something more.
Not each other’s first love
or even each other’s second,
but if fate is finally kind,
we will be each other’s last.
From Undying, a poem of poems by Stephen B. Bagley & Gail Henderson. Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.
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