We passed a guy on a bench once.
He was playing a kazoo partially dressed like a clown and wore ski goggles.
It was summer.
“That would have been you,” you said, smiling.
“If you hadn’t met me.”
And it’s probably true. It’s certainly true that you could have done better.
But I most assuredly could not.
I just hope it doesn’t take a poet
For you to know that.
Purloined from Love Poems for Married People by John Kenney