After awhile they all become amalgam
A blur of possibilities, never becoming
The same emotions, hopes, obsessions
The same disappointment
Tying it all together at the end.

You were also a disappointment
With a different luster
The only exception
That never blurred.

Twenty years of fidelity
And Penelope is rewarded
With a return.

Twenty years is too long
But I have counted 

Knowing to expect nothing.