Nisi

It arrived in a brown envelope. I asked

the lawyer to post it. Wasn’t worth

the effort to ride the bus into town.

Thirteenth of June highlights in pink.

A Friday of course. Our adventure is

over. There’s a lot of things for the skip.

Empty rooms two up two down. We

scrimped and starved. Chafed knuckles

and broke nails to make them sunny.

Now they echo with serious voices

showing the next generation around

so we can have two rooms apiece.

There’s no point in wondering why.

A question without an answer. Neither

of us honest enough to provide one.

And how can we tell a truth when

we really don’t know the reality of

thoughts turning inside our minds.

All that remains to do now is shake

hands and peck farewell kisses and

bury emotions we never dared show.

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