You
reading Angela's Ashes
last carriage
Camden Town
6pm Sunday.
Me
black T-Shirt
reading over your shoulder.
You
adjusting the angle
so I couldn't.
Me
saying hi.
You
pretending not to hear.
Me
nibbling your ear.
You
kicking me
and pushing me out.
Me
now living in
PO Box 643.
Can I come home now darling?