the worst day ever in my life
Winter, first semester away at 
college,
I 
take the train on Saturday, like usual,
to 
my girlfriend’s school,
meet her in the dorm lobby.
She sits, quiet, not looking at 
me,
one pretty leg folded under,
a 
beautiful girl, so collegiate, so confident,
fresh as new winter snow.
“I’m so sorry, Mike” she says,
looking out through the window,
“But I can’t see you today.”
I 
didn’t see this coming, nope,
broadsided by this one.
We had been together
since high school, three years 
now,
and were serious, at least
I 
thought we were serious.
“I 
have a date today with another guy.”
My 
heart sinks like a stone
down to the bottom of the 
sea.
“I need to date other guys to be 
certain
you are the right one for 
me.”
I’m dumbfounded, shattered, I 
shrug.
What could I do? It is useless to 
protest.
But before leaving the 
campus
I go over to the 
cafeteria,
watch from an upper window
as she and her new 
boyfriend
come in for lunch, watch her 
giggling
and playful, throwing little 
snowballs
at 
her new beau, her lustrous
brown hair catching the sun.
Instead of trying to kiss and paw at 
her
I 
remember that dismal,
uncertain time in college
(lost in the mists of life’s dark,
tangled jungle)
when my wife
(my girlfriend then)
decided she needed to wander,
to 
date other guys. If instead
of 
trying to kiss and paw at her,
these short-sighted jackasses
(thank God for that)
would have been chivalrous
and caring, selfless and concerned
about what she thought and felt
and had to say, she might
have connected with something
in 
one of them, something
she admired and needed
and came to love, something
she has never found in me.
Things might have been
very different than they are 
today.
Certainly if she had dated another 
guy
even a handful of times
I 
wouldn’t be here right now.
Michael Estabrook is a baby boomer who began getting his poetry published in the 
late 1980s. Over the years he has published 15 poetry chapbooks, his most recent 
entitled “When the Muse Speaks.” His interests include history, art, music, 
theatre, opera, and his wife who just happens to be the most beautiful woman he 
has ever known.
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