That two bed terrace in August
A stone’s throw from a flea market
My ex-girlfriend and I
peered through
net curtains
greeted by a green carpet
and sunburnt patches
scorched by cigarettes
waiting for an unknown occupant - Me?
The letterbox view
from a widescreen PVC door
showed no hallway to speak of
or runway for air mail
Beyond which
a tasteless Arabian arch
presented the Kitsch-en
like a leather bag strap
over her shoulder
We were house hunting in August
Checking out the market
Arranging viewings
This was the last on the list
An empty yard to the rear
A Reeds-Rains flag on the front
Could she love me again here?
or was she just helping a desperate man
cling onto something and nothing
relieving the trapped guilt
because she too had been house hunting
checking out the market
and arranging viewings
This is a great mix of clever construction and sadness, people can be cruel sometimes - I don't know why, the truth is never quite as painful as betrayal.
ReplyDeleteSorry, I didn't realise you'd left this comment, Bux. Thank you. :) Yes people can be cruel and also foolish.
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