All in a day’s work

It’s easy being next to you

rubbing shoulders, clicking tongues

annoyed with people,

now fucking, now dejected,

dying embers of a dearly loved cigarette

the teasing rain

meddles with my love addled brain

rainbow cakes, some odd poem and a distinct odour of hope

all in a day’s work.

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