Poem: Combobulation

She had said, “don’t worry, we’ve got so much time ahead of us”.

And with that she was gone.

Up in the air and out of my life.

A few years later,

we met again. Almost grudgingly.

Someone else’s wedding.

She was fumbling around, trying to plug in an iPod.

A bridesmaid, struggling.

I wondered if I should help at all

though I couldn’t say there was any joy seeing h…