Though let’s be fair.
I had other loves before my husband, other sweethearts:
Tom Kitsos for instance,
And another I won’t mention.
I loved him truly,
Or so I thought.
Turned out in another snare he’d been caught.
They were to get married that June,
and all the relatives from New Hampshire and Harrisburg were coming.
And the day I heard I went home and closed the door to my room.
And I laid down on my bed,
And I may have cried,
Very briefly.
I watched and wondered
If they would last.
I tried to tell myself, put it in the past.
And that June,
As I was the organist at our church, didn’t you know,
I was up in the choir loft, looking down on all their friends and relations,
playing as they walked down the aisle.
I’d see him round some.
We’d nod and smile.
I couldn’t decide if I was still in love with him after all this while.
I’d see them together at church
and they’d look sort of grim.
It didn’t seem as though she was happy with him