Saturday, 27 October 2018

Another Saturday, another poem


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

No comments:

Post a Comment