A neat, bent body.
Like a hair pin.
Thin and trim.
Once straight with youth and full of babies.
Now sparkles with aging glitter on plum polyester.
I saw the way you looked at your husband in Bavaria.
Soft love-eyes based on marriage-long rapport.
You stretched your arm around him and beamed.
Then when he kissed you, you pulled away and I thought of all the times he'd have liked you to stay.

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