as a species

it’s not you it’s me

wandering these streets

that I once swept

working for the local council

there for a week or two

one summer some time ago

& I didn’t feel part of you then

as little as I do now

hearing your fretting

over hurt feelings

what to eat for lunch

who will father the baby

prices of stuff in the shops

how I wanted to love you

as a species

feel you close at hand

but we both know now

it’s not you it’s me

holding distance

right to the end

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