Muscle memory, the old routine,
the armchair that we helped you buy
now permanently in recline.
I keep reaching out for you through the week-
through the suddenly empty evenings, that once
might have made me feel free.
Now I have to walk off the urge to see you
around six o’clock- you gave me that time of day
when you paid £11.50 for me to make you laugh.
A lifeline that I could call a friend.
O’ old eyebrows- I wish you could see,
If you were still here I’d do it for free.
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