There was no pretence of affection
No great length taken to hide disinterest.
Eyes wandered far off, met momentarily,
And a new topic was started.
My resentment over the lack of remorse has petered off;
In its place quiet resignation.
The air was heavy,
And the wind was gutsy.
A limp airkiss later,
We were off, with no promises to catch up.

I woke up with puffy eyes and no colour sense.
I matched pale green with maroon,
And was, naturally, late for work.

Beth Hirsch sang in my head,
You too, should go listen.