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22/5/16

He is there at the altar.

And I watch him,

as brothers do.

I watch him with pride

and joy that his day is here

and he has become a man.

 

He is there, beside me,

as he has been for many years,

all bright and shiny 

in blue with shoes as socks

and, today, as many times before,

is about, and I am there, for him.

 

Did I see a flicker?

Or was that just me?

Regardless, I will support,

help him go through with it.

Regardless, I will support,

help him escape.

 

He is there, beside me,

as he has been hundreds of times before,

eating and laughing, parading his prodigious personality.

Shining so brightly as to eclipse all the pretty girls, all the other guests.

This is good. I am happy.

I am unable to show it.

 

He is there, at the lectern,

and on the dance floor,

living his day, being him, looking joyful,

and I am proud and happy

but my face is a mask of fatigue

and I ache to leave.

 

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