Now that you’ve gone away for five days,
I’ll smoke all the cigarettes I want,
where I want. Mae biscuits and eat them
with jam and fat bacon. Loaf. Indulge
myself. Walk on the beach if I feel
like it. And I feel like it, alone and
thinking about when I was young. The people
then who loved me beyond reason.
And how I loved them above all others.
Except one. I’m saying I’ll do everything
I want here while you’re away!
But there’s one thing I won’t do.
I won’t sleep in our bed without you.
No. It doesn’t please me to do so.
I’ll sleep where I damn well feel like it
- where I sleep best when you’re away
and I can’t hold you the way I do.
On the broken sofa in my study.