A Tuesday evening,
The tide is out, the stones are green,
Awkward hellos, bumping into walls.
You and me in black,
Walking slow, sipping, sighing.
Sit with me on a bench while I tell you
Why not.
Why we can’t keep keeping on,
Why we shouldn’t.
You’ll only half listen,
Hear the bits that make sense,
Drop the rest in the bin with your Fanta can.
Come back to me tomorrow,
Like nothing ever happened.
Believe you’ll be asleep in my bed by Thursday,
Repeat myself when you find that you’re not.
How do we break up when we were never together?
Does something that never started ever get to stop?
Stepping away from a love because it’s one sided and I’ve written far too many love poems to keep sitting in this limbo.