Tyres screeching on the A69
And like the dew
On my heated rear window
Gone in a flash

It’s not all bad

I met a girl today
Crouched in a café
Sheltering from the ice
Forming on the soles of our boots

You would’ve liked her

But I excused myself
Said my goodbyes
And pounded across the cobbles
Until I reached the bed you share with so many others

I brought you some flowers