Serves 1

left alone

only for the afternoon

got me thinking,

is this what it would be like

without you?

measuring the minutes

between the meals,

I bought a ready-meal,

lasagne not my favourite

by a long chalk,

thirty minutes at 180

middle of the oven

I nearly forgot to take

the plastic film off,

a glass of wine for one

stands there, ominous

like a poisoned chalice,

I always told you

when we mused over dying

that I hoped you’d go first

the thought of leaving you

alone unbearable,

but now

looking at this bloody sad

tray of lasagne

I’m not so sure.

 

© Graham R Sherwood 05/23