The pieces of cold dry toast
Leftovers
From this morning’s Writer’s Cafe
Remind me
Of the Swedish crisp-breads
We bought in the Red House Supermarket
Today my topping is Aldi’s Cheese spread
With Honey-Roasted Salmon flakes
The whole thing taken with a pot of tea
Back in the day, long before 2004
We would have had Port Salut cheese
Perhaps with a bottle of Muscadet
Yet the real joy was in the shopping
To walk hand in hand, down the aisles
Excitedly making our Friday teatime choices
At the end of it all we lived in a small village
It had a petrol station, a Co-op, a general store
The owners of which also delivered newspapers
I would often buy a pie or a pastie there
On my way to work, I might even say
Good morning, to your friend, with a warm smile
I don’t believe that she ever, not purposefully
Came between us, though I thought you
Might have sought-after her freedom for life
