Wednesday, 28 January 2015

On Wednesday

The last time I worked early, like this, on a Wednesday, you were in the next room...

It's these memories
the small ones
shadows of our former life
that creep up on me
out of the dark.

My memory
(that which frustrated you so)
means that these little things
are catalogued 
and categorised.

They are ready
to creep up on me
at any moment to
remind me that this is now
our history. 

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