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You never let go

of the lilacs

or the fixation on phone calls

which just became worse

with the cell phone 

and the upwardly mobile reach

and all your obsessions

were generally construed

as self pity

at least as far as I was concerned.

The world had the audacity

not to change

to meet your whims halfway

and you frowned and sobbed

and I felt bad

but also a little smug

in my notion of victory.

I can’t help but chuckle

as I trim the rosebush

and enjoy honeysuckle

tepidly overturning dead skunk

in this midsummer air.

I think of how you

didn’t follow your heart

but then neither did I—

but at least one us

has greatly enjoyed the beauty

of the lilacs in full bloom.