The old girlfriend who still has your copy of The Crying of Lot 49.
The old girlfriend who had a cat that was like thirteen pounds of half-reptilian bitterness & hairy spite.
The old girlfriend who you helped to hobble around when she was on crutches with a badly sprained ankle.
The old girlfriend who you still think about whenever you're looking up at the stars in a clear night sky.
The old girlfriend who eventually moved in with your other old girlfriend & now they're married and both, somehow, pregnant.
And didn't invite you to the baby shower.