Ode to Dead Lovers
They were considered the ideal couple,
young and blonde and beautiful,
he in an excellent position with a brilliant career ahead,
she like a princess of society, a paragon of beauty and of virtue,
loved by everyone and worshipped by many,
and she never could say no.
Of course, she had too many friends,
and one of them, a friend too many,
thought his love of her was greater than her husband's.
When her husband was away on business journeys
and she had to care for all alone their two small children,
naturally she sought relief in company of friends,
and that particular more passionate friend saw his opportunity,
availed himself of it and would not let her go.
Unfortunately her devoted husband learned about it
not from her, but second hand from others.
From abroad he wrote to her: "I know not how it happened,
and I will not listen to your story of whose blame it was.
It does not matter. It has happened, and that is the total damage.
I can not come home to where a lover stole my wife from me.
The house is yours with everything belonging to it.
I will not come home to claim a morsel of our life together.
I will stay abroad and find another life,
because the one I had is ruined,
and I find myself afflicted with a ruinous disease
called jealousy for life with constant madness,
the sole cure of which could be to nevermore come home again."
He never broke his word, he never saw his children or his wife again,
and she, for their sake, married after the divorce
the very bloke who had transported her out of her marriage
and never ceased to persuade her into his more comfortable one.
When her former husband learned about it
somewhere far away in Singapore
he found himself the final cure of his disease of jealousy
by purchasing enough amounts of sleeping pills
to never have to wake up to this world again.
He did it on this 14th day of February,
his Valentine to the surviving world,
which nonetheless continued loving more than ever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-14 at 13:22
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