One Dischanted Evening

Stories one hears through the years.

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In college, they split by his choice, a regret,

since he stayed alone—self-imposed oubliette—

while back at her campus young passions gave tongue

to many a lover he wasn’t among.

And then, some months later (a summer event

where they’d meet every week), muted fears would give vent

so he asked if she’d talk, maybe give him a ride

and though she had a date who was crushed, she complied.

They snarfed up some burgers. Her date was bereft

as he left in his car, he is hers—dessert theft!

They got back together, though slowly at first,

but many years later what’s worse became worst.

Had he not injected himself in their date,

his wife might have had a much happier fate.

She wouldn’t have talked all those hours in her car

instead of fulfilling their wish on a star.

If wishes weren’t fishes—it seems that they are—

not hitched to a flounder, she might have gone far.

By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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