Tad was walking through a rainforest, one to which he'd been
On the South Coast, many years ago, when he was just 14
(When his youth group took a day trip, on a day when rain was rife)
And acquired a crush on someone, who became another's wife.
Jean was 18, and she liked him; but for years she'd dated Mark.
Two years later they'd been married, leaving Tad out in the dark.
Tad moved on, and left the youth group, facing years of come what may.
When it came to bear, he took a day, to travel south and pray.
So this brings things to the point when Tad was walking in the rain.
For the first time in so many years, he saw sweet Jean again.
She was walking there as well, and as he felt (once more) for her,
Tad made conversation, asking how her man and children were.
"But I never married Mark," she said, "I know you think I did.
I came here, just after he proposed, when I was just a kid,
Not much older than you were. My aspirations then diverged.
As I thought of Mark's proposal, I came here, to get things purged.
There was part of me who wanted to get married and then raise
My own children, as a mother, filling life with busy days.
But another part was wanting to be single for a spell,
And go travelling all around the world, with money I'd earn well.
It's a mystery how I once was one, but then that day became
Two new Jeans, each born of my two minds, but sharing looks and name.
One went back to Mark and said 'I do', and she's the one you know.
Since I was the other, just like her, I knew I had to go.
So I worked my way around the world, and studied how to paint,
Which enabled me to sell my work, with moderate mild restraint.
I adopted my identity, and used a pseudonym.
But my search for passion just now brought me back here on a whim."
So in secrecy Alternate-Jean and Tad lived overseas;
So her other self would not learn what occurred near rain drenched trees.
Then one day, when Tad felt ready, he thought deeply and then chose.
Paris was the best location to romantically propose.
"I can't marry you," she said, "The time I've had with you, to spend,
And to travel was the time that my full self once had to lend.
But I can't be fractured wives. By rights I simply can't exist.
But remember me as one girl, whom you very nearly kissed.
Then she disappeared, and Tad went home, to pine for her, and grieve
In the absence of someone in whom he barely could believe.
For a while, he thought he'd moved on; but he couldn't seem to shake
Mixed reactions to the different Jeans, and paths each chose to take.
When he found his broken churning heart had reached a fever pitch,
He went to that rainforest, in the hope to scratch an itch.
Jean was there, as one from two, which were, with memories of the wife
And subconscious dreaming thoughts that she had lived another life.
Now the wife was widowed, thinking of the only other guy
She had liked. So she'd returned to trees beneath a dripping sky.
Tad contained his feelings for the Jean who'd gone back in her head,
Slowly courted Total-Jean, though leaving secrets best unsaid.
Then in time, he was her husband, and a father figure too
For her daughters, who still had some years of growing up to do.
She had had the best of both worlds, which once more were rightly fused.
With two children and her second love, her time had been well used.
Then they travelled overseas, when she was overcome with urge;
And she saw a painting by the other Jean, who'd had to merge.
She had fading recollections, like a kind of déjà vu;
But another name was on the canvas; fact and dream both true.