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I see the photographs,
You and him together,
Smiling, laughing,
The “picture perfect” couple.
You go to bed each night,
Alone.
“I’ll be up later,” he smiles.
As you wait a while,
Then drift off to sleep.
He sits
Quiet as a mouse,
Behind dim computer light,
Typing, pouring out
His innermost desires
To a distant love
From years gone by.
Reborn, rekindled,
The flame still burns.
Brighter than anything you have,
Or ever will.
You have no idea.
And I try not to hurt you,
It was so long ago, yet
It’s ever present.
I am overcome,
And realize,
There’s nothing I can do.
Through endless space,
And endless time,
The man you call yours
Is really still mine.
