Another day

 

 

 

I forget.

Another day -
a blanked out sky
the light stretched
taut and fine
as tortured muslin
on a loom.

 

Outside

the wind whistles
and whips
massed barbed-wire branches
of thorn trees
against the panes
like trapped birds.

 

There’s the trip

you must make alone
well, not with me
at any rate.
Oddly bereft
that I forget
to be peeved.

 

A burnt stub left

in the ashtray
otherwise clean.
You cleared away,
then lit up, it’s black now
just a faint burnt smell
in the room.

 

Nothing on the fridge -

no splayed open note
of squirming insects
waving cheeky legs
under the magnets
in tangible
four letter words.

 

Oddly bereft

that you did not
disturb my rest
a short message
flashes and beeps
on the phone -
safely reached.

 

Years ago

I’d be upset
at this lack
of parting fuss
I would have
called it unfairness
that we forget.

 

Now I just

pick up the stub
look at the phone
bereft and yet
not alone
breathe you in deep
and answer the text.





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