Laughing and joking, Pictures and memories. They were there- But he wasn't. Fair haired and bright eyed, He stood alone, slightly behind. Not alone-but still alone. He was never there to find. No one cared, no one noticed. His strong voice and powerful stance was known but never admired. Opportunities, luck and chance. Let downs, failures and pride- He'd let them all know, if only for a little while. He worries me, he concerns me, He's mine. My inscrutable mess of curly blonde hair.