“THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF OUR LIVES”

A photograph on the mantelpiece
in a property in another country
a hand that held, clenched
places it precisely
in a new life for love

The new life has been chosen
smiling on a sunny day
your hair over your face
the white veil of joy
hangs proudly in the cupboard

The happiest days of our lives
perfect in every way except
you are someone else’s wife
and I am someone else’s lover
we were once lovers.

Now we are strangers.

30-12-00

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