"Placemats" Poem

- Placemats -  She chose himI know, I knowIt has happened beforeSo I'm less emotional in July than I was in JanuaryThe tracks are still hereRailroad tracks that came here one stake at a timeThey've been here since my grandfathers put then down when they moved westAnother train is bound to come next weekBut that train, the one that just leftIt will probably fall in love where it stopsHer mother will say it is for the bestTo find a place where she calls homeBuy entry rugs and place mats and fine china and a house big enough to raise a familySo even if that train does comes back next January Different people is what we'll beWith each passing momentWe choose between celibate minds and wandering heartsLives spent together or spent apartWe will make choices about what color our place mats will beI'll pick blue, she'll pick greenSo even if both paintWe'll choose different coatsEven if we both sing We'll land on different notes We both believed in God But fell on different hopesThe same Church