You started to leave as cold-nosed Winter
bulldozed through Guy Fawkes skies
and Christmas silent nights
Your nearness was a far plane
of slumped reflection, deliberation,
contemplation of your plight; ours
Suspicion stirred in morning tea
and pre-work niceties.
You watched my back
head buried
too close to the print
Denial clung to me
lied too long
busy dismissing the
cosseted phone
obsessive hygiene
aloofness
Old realities played,
taunting
giggling-head days,
home fire Wednesdays,
pledges in sweat daze
churning around
on a distant carousel
I hoped you could see
feel
remember
but your dead eyes
only begged for the ‘talk’
so you could bring it up
like rancid vomit
Coward
You left
in the yellow haze of daffodils
and I hated you
with all the love
anyone could imagine.
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