I saw your pictures.
You and him,
Smiling your happy smiles,
Projecting the image,
Reflecting the ideal.
I want to like it.
You and him.
I know nothing of your relationship,
Nothing about him,
Or how happy he makes you.
But I can't enjoy it,
You and him.
While I'm cooking for one,
Alone, with your picture
And my tragic heart.
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