"Did you have a good fuck?"

The note lies in the kitchen bin.

I've just come in from a date with the new man.

 

To me, our marriage was long over.

But the jagged writing told

this was not the case for you.

And, if I did have a good screw

I can't remember.

 

The pain held in that note

is with me still, thirty years on.

 

And your kindness and your dignity

when you changed your mind

and hid that note from me.