Cephalonia, Greece

Your expression
Is forced in those
Photograph knots.
I’m not unkind,
Only honest.

Just because your
Too-big grin is
And so is the
Tint of her hair,

Does not mean you
Are made for one
Another. I
Gave you up as
You were. Maybe

You are different
Now. But I hope
Skies disappoint,
And crystals dull,
Because the fire

Forever kept
In my past flames
Will always want
You to have the
Best news of old.

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