SINCE YOU LEFT ME I THINK OF YOU A LOT
- Feb 14
- 1 min read
By Gareth Coombes
When I freeze my pre-cooked meals
I often think of you
Squeezed into a chest freezer
And turning very blue.
When I burn the garden waste
I often think of you
Sat upon a bonfire
Until you're cooked right through.
When I dunk my biscuits
I often think of you
And hold them underwater
Until they're out of view!
When I bury my autumn bulbs
I often think of you
Under the cold brown earth in a mound
Totally covered too.
When I hang my washing
I often think of you
Dangling on a scaffold
And wish that it was true.