there you were.
Glimpsed out of the corner of my eye,
a brilliant jewel against sun-warmed brick.
The morning after
an evening of drink-stoked bitterness
and a night in separate sleepless beds,
he’d shared a breakfast of recriminations with me.
I cleared the wardrobe
of all the things I’d kept
from smaller, happier times,
while you rested there, two storeys high.
I hadn’t thought to look for an omen,
but if I had you would have been it.
If I had wings I would join you,
I would fly.
This is my latest entry for the Thanet Creative Writers competition