FOOD
I came home late to the apartment, stealing in with a bag of guilty dreams.
Finding you in the bath, overflowing with betrayal, broken glass on white tiles tablets in the sink, smiling teeth from the plughole of its mouth.
Your arm over rim in supplication dripping life in hasty revenge, I held your head to stop you slipping.
But, you slipped anyway, a shadow passing too quickly...
Found your scarf today destroying me again, each blue and yellow inch, an unwelcome jack-in-a-box.
Taking me back a year, and memories I had kept in unlabelled boxes, flooding back in a surging wave of sewage and broken trust.
That regretted hour of forensic notebooks and flashing lights, missing you every day.
A remembered bin, its sarcastic lips firmly closed on the remnants of a last meal, smoked salmon we would never share again...fishbones!
Finding you in the bath, overflowing with betrayal, broken glass on white tiles tablets in the sink, smiling teeth from the plughole of its mouth.
Your arm over rim in supplication dripping life in hasty revenge, I held your head to stop you slipping.
But, you slipped anyway, a shadow passing too quickly...
Found your scarf today destroying me again, each blue and yellow inch, an unwelcome jack-in-a-box.
Taking me back a year, and memories I had kept in unlabelled boxes, flooding back in a surging wave of sewage and broken trust.
That regretted hour of forensic notebooks and flashing lights, missing you every day.
A remembered bin, its sarcastic lips firmly closed on the remnants of a last meal, smoked salmon we would never share again...fishbones!
