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.