I sit opposite an empty chair;
The photograph album falls open;
You all in white, me in Tuxedo;
‘Look like you’re in love!’
I unzipped my trousers, pulled out my shirt
‘Is that better or do you want them off?’
‘You’re marrying a lunatic, you know!’
The camera flashed as my tongue came out;
You said you’d burn it if I ordered the print;
How many times did we laugh at that picture?
Now I smile and the tears fall helplessly;
Joy and sadness!
This lunatic that you married, Loves you still;
Soon there will be only the photograph;