one slice of mouldy cheese
sits in the bottom of my fridge
the leaky fridge that coughs in the night
as if willing itself to keep on going
The sound of it dripping serenades my sleep
And the little man who turns on the light when you open the door
packed his bags last tuesday and left.
One lone pot sits quietly in a bare cupboard
It's lid a little askew so that when you boil the water
steam chuffs out the side
One plate, one bowl, one kinife, one fork
Yet somehow I have 37 spoons
All with different patterns, nothing matches any more
A half eaten tub of yoghurt sits idly on the bench
Next to a half eaten plum
They wait, just as I did, only half done in their half existance
the toilet is still upright
the tell tale sign of the man who just left
His dirty footprint marrs the faded kitchen linoleum
And I sit
alone
in my one arm chair
staring at the one candle to illuminate my world
A half smile
a single tear
And the last cigarette in the crumpled packet on the coffee table.......
Birth sign: Scorpio
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