Your eyes and voice
Promised me a world
Of hope and dreams.

Finally, I thought you
Were here. That I’d arrived.
Mutual understanding.

In my head
You’re smiling at me.
I hate you.

Your flowers smell of death,
Aftershave hides her perfume.
Your voice is encapsulated

In a private joke
Of which I have no part.
I do not require excuses

Justification is certainly
Not permitted
As an exit strategy.

You can’t keep me up
All hours of the night,
Yet here I am.

Waiting.
I’m a joke.
The importance of company

Prioritisation
I am not prioritised
Who am I after all?

What’s in a grand gesture,
In your words of feigned love
When all that I asked was

Your time?