He muttered 'fuck' when he was asleep
on the floor in my room.
He was dressed when I woke
and insisted on taking a taxi to the airport.
I had taken the day off work
and told him I enjoyed driving to Heathrow
watching people hug at the Arrivals gate
and seeing air stewardesses off duty
smoking in the car park,
texting.
I heard nothing for three days.
It was a relief when he called
I was buying ingredients for a stir fry
I 'helloed' three times.
It must have just rang from his pocket.
