Lunchtime leftovers

Because it was me that left

I take your bags all the way to your room

Because it was me that left

I carry out an investigation

Because it was me that left

I notice the inappropriate thickness of the metal in which he’s wrapped your uneaten processed meat

Tesco Value carrot stick parcels

Sit in my fridge like judgemental delicate hearts

As you say your goodbyes

And I linger on the stairs

Foiled again