Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Petrol Station Situation

He joked with her
across the car roof
while he fiddled with the keys.
Under his arm a road atlas.
He with shirt tails
hanging and She
in a winter coat.

She laughed a slight laugh
and looked down,
waiting for the catch.
Happy to be going
somewhere together.

On a cold forecourt
I only saw their smiles
and envied their possibilities.
I didn't wonder where they were heading.

Instead I turned my key,
blinked as the sat nav
and wondered
where I was.

Published in 'Poems For A Liminal Age'  from Sentinel Press in aid of Medecins Sans Frontieres  8/2015

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