Sonnets From Other Lives: Margie

We were still in that goofy swoony phase
where everything was all about each other.
He’d come home at the end of his day
& we’d make love. We loved one another
more that anything we could imagine.
This was in those days after the war--
we all wanted a normal life again.
When I first saw him in his uniform—
looking lost there at the USO—
I walked right up & introduced myself.
Somehow—can’t say how—a girl just knows.
He seemed helpless. I wanted to help.
It wasn’t until later with the kids
that all those ghosts emerged that he'd kept hid.