Second Go’Round: A Tale of Two Marriages
I didn’t love you like I loved him.
(I loved you more).
I didn’t trust you like I had trusted him.
(I trusted you less).
You told me I had a wall around my heart.
(He told me I clung to him too much).
You referred to my first marriage as my first-go-’round, accused me of not loving you as much as I had loved him.
(He told me that he had never loved me).
Alone, I lean against the rail at Knott’s Berry Farm and watch the painted pigs on the merry-go-round go round and round and I think of the both of you.
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