That day now forgotten
Lost somewhere among the memory banks
We caught the 17.05 bus
Armed with love and lust
The lipstick made your lies worthwhile
and that dress! wow that dress!
You wore your hair different that one day
and I knew something had changed
Your timing was bang on
with no pause for breath
You cried
I cried
There I left you
Holding your umbrella with mascara on your cheek
Me tearing apart what I had off you
Your books, underwear, pick and mix
Your stale cheese sandwich at the bottom of your bag
My grief paraded through town
Faces, glances fixated on me
Only me
All the worlds eyes on me
I broke down amongst the poetry section in Waterstones
Tears all over Blake
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