Locked Out
I came home and found him
Holed up with my best friend,
This time it’s definitely the end, I cried.
They sighed, their eyes met,
They rolled out of bed
And strolled out onto the balcony for a cigarette.
‘That’s life’, they shrugged, and shared a secret smile.
I shut the balcony doors behind them,
Hoped the rush-hour crowd would find them entertaining.
I turned the key, turned up the TV,
‘No, this is life’, I said,
Re-made the bed, from scratch (no patch),
Ordered a pizza and opened the wine,
And noticed, with a smile,
That it was raining.
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