Sorry, My Dear
>center>SORRY MY DEAR
“No ready-meals,” you always said. “The things they put in those; a heart attack waiting to happen.” But you are no longer here and cooking for one seems pointless. So, it’s on my lap in front of the television
Ready meal’s ready
The microwave has just pinged
So sorry my heart
26th May 2020
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Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2020
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