Threesome

Jean, John & Mary
do rest your weary bones
and think of me
as you gaze out to sea
for I am far from home.

John, my 'best friend.'
There you are sandwiched
between the girls as usual.
My wife Mary. Your wife Jean.

Jean, John & Mary may I ask?
Do you still get as excited
at those little get togethers
you arrange. The ones
to which I was never invited.

Jean, John & Mary -
it's true, I knew all along
what was going on.
Which is why I've gone
and left you this bench to sit upon.

As you will discover
my own weary bones are resting now.
Elsewhere.