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At the film, Lilies
So SO sad.
Men with looks you can't stop yourself
Fall in love with them.
All are gone
Into the past.
One is dead
Victim of a young petty schoolboy.
Who now is a Bishop.
Confessing to the crime
That his young lover sat in prison
For all these years.
But there is no reconciliation.
I want to cry.
But I cannot.
Perhaps I need help?
A space made safe by a close friend?
Then I realize
How lucky they were
Even the dead one.
They BOTH found each other.
They had even the one single moment
Of love and truth with each other
That still eludes my life.
I still can't cry about it.

3 December 1998

by Bill Cattey