Poem -
ribbons of you
the
photograph
shows you smiling
dressed as a caveman
your mates all around
zinging, exuberant
drunk
I was there
my lad in his prime
your own self without care
the photo
is
dusty
it lies in a box
tied with ribbons of you +
some precious black locks
and,
I wish I'd not found itÂ
I wish I'd not lookedÂ
see, I can't be remimedÂ
of just what god took
away
M ~
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