He was at Coles when he realised he didn't love his husband anymore.
They had met at university through the Queer Department's annual disco – he'd spotted Dan in the soft light of the dance
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How could you know the sunlit afternoons
The glaring white of that low-hanging sky
The suffocating smell of heat wave fumes
The starchy crisp of linen swinging high
How could you know the rotting clementines
The stinging sounds that fold the heart in half
The trails of red carnations left behind
The smoky finishes on photographs
How could you know the hollowness inside
Of missing, what’s the wrong word, missing home
Or the complete and sometimes warlike pride
Eternal fire burning in your bones
Such wasted pain resembles from above
Your desperate and unrequited love
The glaring white of that low-hanging sky
The suffocating smell of heat wave fumes
The starchy crisp of linen swinging high
How could you know the rotting clementines
The stinging sounds that fold the heart in half
The trails of red carnations left behind
The smoky finishes on photographs
How could you know the hollowness inside
Of missing, what’s the wrong word, missing home
Or the complete and sometimes warlike pride
Eternal fire burning in your bones
Such wasted pain resembles from above
Your desperate and unrequited love
