The weekly shop

My heart had stopped but you pressed on
I stood like flounder: frozen food
Just wondering how long I’d known
This love had passed its best by date

What was it that you didn’t say
That revelation: semi skimmed
You pushed the trolley down the aisle
Left reeling at my altered life

At check out we divide the bags
The hunter gathers: chilli dip
In silence that will future be
The sound of our domestic bliss


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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