I was laid on the settee
Watching a Scandi-Noir TV film
Projected onto the fireplace wall
Other than this light
The room was in total darkness
I wanted to ask you
How you imagined the story would pan out
It was then that I realised
That earlier in the day you had set off
To visit your friend in the city
You would be away for four or five days
So I was alone in the room
Alone with my broken knee
Again I had the thought, or rather the feeling
You were indeed sat in your favourite chair
But by now I knew, for I had observed
That I was entirely and most certainly alone
I did not tell you, before you set off
About my falling down the stairs
I did not want you to worry
On a day when you should be happy
So I was alone in the room
Alone with my broken knee
The Noir plot line was pretty straightforward
Already the murderer has been revealed
And the side-stream narratives
Are also quite obvious in nature
And so I was alone in the room
Alone with my broken knee
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