Yesterday I got an email
from a man I haven’t heard from in years
we’ll call him Robert in this poem
lived nearby in the small
village in the country. Robert, likable,
decided he would
have a Chinese wife and he began
corresponding with six contestants
then chose three as finalists.
He went to China to visit all three.
Choice number one said no
so he married number two.
Now twenty five years after
his initial decision he is still
in China now married
to wife number 3.
Maybe pick another country
I suggested to Robert after many
years of not hearing from him.
I’ve always liked him in spite
of this and that.
Why would I do that Robert said.
A poem of tangled relationships!