The carpet We shared Is looking pretty bare These days The water dispenser Has not overflowed Tea has not been…

Secluded Separated They are a team No more All lost In their own minds To their own styles Of surviving…

My mind is full With grown-up strain Of all the people Their thoughts Their talk I’m exhausted From trying to…

The bus driver At the lights Looks like A sixty something Elvis   Who would be About eighty-five By now…

Thin jumpers Short pyjama bottoms Cold feet The female wardrobe Has been designed By idiots With thin socks, to fit…

The mistake We all make Is in thinking That all the quiet men Are Mr Darcys Restrained Yearning With unrequited…

On a street In South Wales Named Seagull’s Rock Its namesake Stands proudly Atop a Ford Fiesta Waiting For his…

Sun drenched shoppers Seeking simpler times Are sprung Unlocked Unfurled into the world Loving being loose To be led by…

A Sunday walk Weighty With government legislation Families Couples And this loner Unlocked Into the chilled Green Sunny space They’ve…

               I   You leave a part of you Behind On every broad shoulder…