He was a strange combination

Part what fathers in movies call a romantic little fool

Part what fathers in Russian novels call a depraved egoist

He won't be missed

I'll persist

First he would fall in love like a building imploding

And not be able to control his emoting

Then he would spend a few speechless weeks

Goggling his beloved

And reading Dante and reading Keats

Next if she gave him a sign

He'd send flowers for a time

Then in one magnificent gesture

He could transform himself into a Bluebeard

But not just an ordinary run of the mill Bluebeard

One who was a lecher

Then he put her out to pasture

What does this have to do with the future?

I'm not too sure

What does this have to do with the present?

It doesn't