Danny's Option
Her flowered dress and fresh smile
Belied drugged, pained nights
Under the Jamaica Avenue El
We sat at a sidewalk café
On a sunny Florida morning.
'How lucky I am
to be married to Danny, '
she said.
He left her shortly afterward.
Anne left town without saying goodbye.
Danny's business thrived
And he began therapy.
Then things slowed down.
He dated
But didn't click with anyone.
He never married again.
Two men were resting from
A round of golf
'Did you ever have
a great love in your life? '
One asked.
'No. She was a bitch, ' Danny replied.
poem by Liilia Talts Morrison
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