Twenty-one years, devoted to one,
Then twelve, struggling to recover.
Ex-fiance’s age gap matches first;
Another’s difference is the second.
Some say numbers mean nothing,
But patterns lend own suggestions.
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Why in last night’s dream at last
Did ex-husband gladly want me?
No longer afraid to display in public
While proud to express his affection?
Desires left aching alone now outgrown –
Dried husks rattling around windy bones!
I suppose that I needed to feel such relief:
How it could have been had he welcomed.
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