I was so very deeply hurt
Laid on the bed
At a loss
I stared out of the bay window
Into the infinite leafless tree
In the neighbours garden
Of course I left
Flight or flight; no contest
I convinced myself of the end
I returned later
But only to collect
My permanent possessions
Yet I could not countenance
Taking away the poster
It was, after all, given as a gift
Prestigious; a limited edition
An individually signed copy
Bang on the money, as ever
This poem is from the collection
