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.”