My Picture: ‘Great Wall of China: Beijing, China.

A coffee in my favourite cafe,
escaping the harshness of the
cautious lovers.
A slumber to avoid what exists.

The Carpenters played
in the background, every word
a deceitful relationship.

From the corner of my eye,
a woman told a man they were
finished.

She told him he could go to hell.

Someone once told me to go to hell.
It was just after we made love,
and the phone call from a strange woman.

I only met her once, when I was drunk
And probably said ‘I love you’

That was my mistake.