This poem was written for a “Geography” themed issue of the poetry journal Allegro Poetry. And so, living the dream, I was able to write about the profound sadness of a relationship break-up, whilst drawing metaphors from my GCSE Geography days. Awesome.
We meet by the river
on a Wednesday lunchtime,
to the disapproval of your dry wife.
Sandwiches are eaten
from square lunchboxes,
and we talk about the shapes we used to make –
but not all of them.
“Do you remember,” you say,
“how you used to come out with my words
before I’d even thought them?”
And I think about the river, and how,
when it curls round and finds only itself,
there is a reckoning.
A cutting of the slack.