There was something quite upsetting, which a woman quickly sees

In her heart; as Jenyfer could sense a hesitance in Krees.

He was acting like her boyfriend, clearly going through the motion,

But she didn’t really feel that he was there with true devotion.

As she worried more, she took the chance to finally come clean

Of her worries. Then she asked him, “Why the distancing I’ve seen?

Though you hide it well, I feel that you are thinking somewhat coldly,

Every time I put my arms around, and try to make you hold me.

Why can’t we become more physical? I need to feel you here.

Is there someone else for whom you have more yearning to hold dear?”

“It’s not that,” he said, “I’ve been with someone else and vainly carried

Such a torch for my last girlfriend, who had once been gladly married.

Then divorced, she loved her children so much more than me. It hurt

More than anything I’d ever faced, and then she would dessert

Me, whenever I would try to tell her how much I was needing

Her whole heart. She never softened, even though I took to pleading.

I was not just second place to children. All she really sought

Was a weekly date with me, which left me feeling so distraught,

When she went back to her life, which had no room for integrating

Me as part of one real family, and her children kept on hating.

While I’d been alone, she’d had her marriage. This time she held back,

And I’m scared to get too close to you. I haven’t got the knack

For amusing you a while, and then you’ll mainly think of Maura.

She’s a lovely child, but I’d be in the cold, my heart the poorer.”

“So is that what this is all about?” said Jenyfer, “I won’t

Say that all divorcees make mistakes like that, but Krees, I don’t.

I’m a widow. I’m in love with you. I want to go the distance.

I was never sure you wanted me, but still I tried persistence.

You already have my heart in full. I have a mother’s love

For my daughter, but you needn’t think that I place that above

What I feel for you romantically. There’s nothing ever greater,

Than my heart’s desire to be your wife, though that be soon or later.

I don’t even love you less than Braisyde, maybe even more.

I’m sorry if I didn’t show that, when my grief was raw.

He’s my past. I won’t forget it, but my future’s in our making.

We can have our cake and eat its joy, so long as we’re both baking.”

“Oh I want that too,” he said, “I’m sorry I’ve so long withheld

All my trust. From now on, we can touch each other’s hearts and meld

All the aspects of our lives. There’s not a thing that I find ugly.”

“Come here, darling,” she said, putting out her arms, “Don’t talk. Just hug me.”

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