Our love was unusual
And most could not understand;
But, as long as we three did,
It was bliss, it became grand.
It was him, and you, and me,
And it was all bright then.
Being understood by all
Was not for us three gay men.
You left, a few days ago,
Giving me no chance for hope.
He lies with my burden now,
He struggles to help me cope.
I held you to this standard:
My other pennant of care…
Now I stand devastated,
Before all, ashamed and bare.
He tries to shield my spirit,
As they were all proven right.
For you could not choose to stay –
And gave up without a fight.
Hearts Still Care 