It’s a true story and it happened at my house, so that’s why I know all about it.
They Wed on Laundry Day
You’re right, they didn’t start out together,
although I’m sure they knew each other before.
Thrown together as they were,
they must have met –
just neighbors, no more,
too strongly linked
by pattern and identity
surely thought of
as a soul mate.
But now they are certainly a pair,
two not of a kind
but good together. A second marriage,
each having lost a mate.
On my left, a death.
Old age. A final breakdown in the body fabric.
On my right, a divorce.
Just never came home one day.
I introduced them after a suitable interval,
the funeral over, the departed interred;
search efforts called off,
no traces to be found.
They’ve been together ever since.
Seem happy. At least not straying.
I enjoy their company, knowing their story.
A balance restored
settles anyone. I do have a fondness
for the happy ending.
Maybe it’s not a fairy tale romance,
but I’ve made a match.
I could do the same for you.
Mixed media on paper