To base a lusty, loving blue-eyed hero
upon a man known mostly just by sight,
watched for from a bedroom window,
teenage-dreamed about,
imaginary conversations
(and some more)
is not (as Tom Jones would say) unusual.
But I never imagined then
that getting on for half a century later
I’d Google-find a photo of him
and discover that my hero had become
white-haired, pot-bellied,
six inches shorter ... and so old.
