Looking for something in the Sunday paper, <br />I flipped by accident through Local Weddings, <br />Yet missed the photograph until I saw <br />your name among the headings. <br /> <br />And there you were, looking almost unchanged, <br />Your hair still long, though now long out of style, <br />And you still wore that stiff and serious look <br />You called a smile. <br /> <br />I felt as though we sat there face to face. <br />My stomach tightened. I read the item through. <br />It said too much about both families, <br />Too little about you. <br /> <br />Finished at last, I threw the paper down, <br />Stung by jealousy, my mind aflame, <br />Hating this man, this stranger whom you loved, <br />This printed name. <br /> <br />And yet I clipped it out to put away <br />Inside a book like something I might use, <br />A scrap I knew I wouldn't read again <br />But couldn't bear to lose.<br /><br />Dana Gioia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sunday-news/
