Elsewhere

There will be other lives for nervous boys with sweaty palms, for bittersweet fumblings in the backseats of cars, for caps and gown in royal Blue and crimson., for mothers clasping pretty pearl necklaces around daughters' unlined necks, for your full name read alound in an auditorium, for brand-new suitcases transporting you to strange new people in strange new lands.
And there will be other lives for unpaid debts, for one-night stands, for Prague and for Paris, for painful soes with point toes, for indecisions and revisions.
And there will be other lives for fathers walking daughters down aisles.
and there will be other lives for sweet babies with skin like milk.
and there will be other lives for a man you don't recognize, for a face in the mirror that is no longer yours, for the funerals of intimates, for shrinking, for teeth that fall out, for hair on your chin, for forgetting everything. Everything.