Flicking through photo album happily
Looking at pictures of friends and family
One of which showed a young cuddling pair
The man tall and slim, with mane of blonde hair
In radiant warmth he looked down toward
His brunette companion in love assured.
Enveloped in a perfect partnership
They seemed to be joined at head, heart and hip
Their happiness not easily surpassed
How tragic that it was doomed not to last.
What gave that photo bitter poignancy?
The strange man in the shot I’d once called “me”.



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