A Day in the Life
And so, it had come to this. What was mine
and what was his, all decided; an amicable
divorce...he’d wanted. Was it OK though,
to come back next week, flick through the CDs,
and how about the photos? “Go screw yourself,”
my reply. On second thoughts, said, her and him
might enjoy browsing our wedding ones.
Told him two was a crowd on any guilt trip,
but I hoped he’d enjoy the ride. Said, quit stalling
for time; to just go...leave his keys on the hook;
he’d miss his train. To give my regards to his mate;
he was welcome to a lodger, forever a kid, not so
deep inside. Walter Mitty had nothing on him!
Assuming, of course, he didn’t shack up
with my ‘look-alike’ too soon. Folk might talk
if they knew the ugly truth.
He vowed to love me, in sickness and in health,
in that crap yellow shirt. In hindsight, it suited him –
well; coward that he is. I have no choice but to face
life square on...as long as I have left, admittedly,
and them medics don’t seem to know.
Told him to get lost; run away...if he could.
To slam the door, if he must, and I’d lock it
behind him, yet I’d still be there, just around
every street corner...his parting shot, ringing
in my ears. “Where the hell's my future...
with someone who hasn’t got one?”