Huddled, muddled and puddled
we struggle down this road
those every day burdens
become tomorrows souvenirs
carrier bagged emotions
rinsed hands
dried tears
and there you were
as I slowly drove by
keeping warm on the bloodied kerbside
under a duvet a policeman provided
tucking you in
to the white line created
those carrier bags ripped
egg shelled on tarmac
your bleached blonde hair
finality brushed back
