Serves 1

I’m alone but only

for the afternoon, it

got me thinking, seriously,

is this what it would be like

without you?

at a loose end

measuring minutes

between meals,

as for food

I bought a ready-meal,

lasagne, it’s not my

favourite by a long chalk

I’m no cook, it says

thirty minutes at 180-fan

whatever that means,

middle of the oven

I nearly forgot to take

the plastic film off,

my glass of wine for one

stands there, ominous

like a poisoned chalice,

sometime ago

when we discussed dying

I always told you that

I hoped you’d go first

the thought of leaving you

alone unbearable,

but now

looking at this bloody sad

tin tray of lasagne

I’m not so sure

Published by grahamrsherwood