Saturday, 5 January 2019

Shoulder To Lean On

Joe got a bus home
He stopped short of the village
Walked through the woods
Along the riverbank
He paused at the church, sat in the graveyard

What the hell had he done
He heard the words he had spoken
Ringing around his head
It was dark when he sat down
At home, on the leather settee

Desiree was oblivious
To the goings on at the university
Her father had suggested a few days away
Here she was on the south coast...

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