I saw you for a moment as you were –
your shoulders lower and a silent stare;
you had been gone a while.
When you saw me, you dug out a smile,
although, let’s face it, we both knew
that it was over, me and you.
Oh fashion, I’m so sorry I don’t care!
I can’t be bothered with what clothes to wear.
So all the best. I’ll keep the grey mohair.