Though our marriage didn’t
work out decades ago –
you, the rarely at home
outward extrovert –
me, more the homebody
inward introvert,
sometimes I wonder.

And though you died years
after our marriage ended
and I walked out on you,
sometimes I wonder.

Sometimes I wonder if we
met in the afterlife would
we be able to make it work
there, like soulmates finally
in a fairy tale forever paradise.

And wherever you are in the
life after this one, I hope these
heartfeft words reach you.

Bob Boyd