When we were planning the wedding
that never happened, shopping
for rings, asking Kelly Broadway
to sing at our reception at
Seafood Mama's, tasks as American
as regime change, for a moment
I imagined that a certain kind
of happiness was available to me.
Then I learned you were still
sleeping with the guy who was
half your age. Planning stopped.
I canceled the order for Champagne
at Seafood Mama's and instead
Irish whiskey.
How strange I remember this now
with such fondness. What fun
to plan a wedding!
Joyous lies trump painful truths
for old men as well as youth.
--Charles Deemer
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