He Only Has A Memory

Hurried around the place a bit

Didn’t know which to believe.

Water runs parallel to the land

Something was up his sleeve.

He swears loyalty to his land

Yet fidelity to the cause.

Life continued without him

Doesn’t come with a pause.

He sighed when he read the paper,

She was about to be wed.

If only he’d actually been there

Or there was truth to what he said.

Now he only has a memory

Quite contrary and sad.

There is in one hand his fervor

The other, a woman he never had.

A letter came in the post

With an old familiar seal.

Inside of it, a letter

Signed “you only had to be real.”