12/13th August 2021
through a town, a village, mountains, and a garden.
The sun had shone;
the rain had smeared the view - a glimpse of the sea.
There had been stops and starts,
people had got off and on, and then
you were gone.
And somewhere - where? - was the dog.
and under the seats he was snaffling treats among the litter.
Scooping him up, I rattled down the stairs and off -
but you weren’t there
just a hungry dog and piles of things.
Waking, in my sliver of the bed,
I watch your chest rise and fall.
Not got off yet then.