He was sat by the window, feeling
morose
She was miles away, with a shrink
He was eating a lemon curd
sandwich, with chopsticks
Trying, so hard, not to think.
He was walking along with his dog
on the beach
She was sat in her office, alone
He kicked all the sand from his
feet, blinking tears
While his Labrador nuzzled a bone
He was driving to work,
elbow-deep in regret
She was laughing with mates, and
with wine
He wiped his tears with a
monogrammed hankie
Waiting for Summer to shine.
He was drinking a sherry, menu in
hand
She was naked, enjoying a smoke
But I have to admit, that their
paths never crossed
I’m talking of two separate folk.
RC 27-10-18
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