We sing Coldplay and talk
about children outside the takeaway.
We are only a quarter cut
because we wake up for important things
now. Are hugs are as long as the miles
between us. It didn’t take much
to slip into our old dancing shoes
and remember the routine. How are they doing?
How’s she getting on? He alright?
Everyone gets ticked off. We say,
That’s a shame a lot more these days.
The pizzas we cooked at home were nice.
You didn’t have meat for me. We shared
two between three and I’ll have some for lunch
tomorrow. You get on the train and we wait
for heart burn.

© Carl Burkitt 2021