Polli. My late wife’s name was Polli. Her real name was
Pauline, she hated it, said it felt like an ill-fitting hat. I am going to
start calling her Polli instead of my wife. I am not married. I was, but no
more. If I am to make room for someone else, then I need to do so. I am no
longer married. I have no wife. It does not diminish those 16 years we had. I
will go to my grave with nothing but the deepest of love for her. But space
must be made if I wish for someone else.
I want to move forward.
There is some sadness in that. But I want to move forward.
It’s time.
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