Flashback, or Cold Soup
Cold soup
an hour later
sit around
too much to do
Going out
cold seeps through
gloved hands
and grey-black scarf
Brisk walk
a glance behind
flash back
dizzy again
Always go
a different way
same things
on my mind
Huddled in
grey tops
dark eyes
no response
Sit down
feel the road
be still
keep quiet
Lights fade
a voice says
leave him now
he's out
Phonecall
some time later
doorbell
a brief ride
Dropped off
outside the door
go inside
want to stay
Head out
walk briskly
same things
on my mind
Night air
cold against me
look back
there's no-one there
Cold soup
at the end
old bread
left the crust
End
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