seeking spirituality

In France
complaining
of the people
the heat
the light
me
she threw a baguette
I ducked
watched
as it fell four storeys
drunk in Spain
she lost her shoes in the dust
from her handbag
a trail of paper
passport
money
and
me
in England
she favoured nothing
no restaurants
no cinema
theatre
me
held her
notes to another lover
wrote of her need
for deeper spirituality
I was there for practical
I guess
her vodka
drinks
transport
poor holidays
bad company
indeed.

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