You never read
what I write
but that’s alright
you’re busy
keeping busy
you only hear
if I read you
but the invite
is rare you’ve
made it clear its
an impost
you rarely speak
unless spoken to
and conversations
are for those trite
inconsequential
matters which
do not lead
to argument
your smile is
distanced
like you’re
preoccupied
somewhere
feeling guilty
your taste has a
new lease of life
through
weight watchers
and the subsequent
sound and smell
of flatulence
enlivens our daily life
the last time
we deliberately
touched
was when the
plantar wart
on your foot
needed dressing
all things considered
we’re progressing
through a useful stage
in our relationship.
© I.D. Carswell
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