Goodnight
It can end like this, you know,
your arms round her waist
filling the void you’d thought
was destined for someone else …
but perhaps a coffee will do, you think,
or another kiss, another hug,
or just a shot of her
leaning against the chair — looking
inviting — like you didn’t know this
could happen to you except as
a passing gesture when flowers hold
the summer wind on their petals.
Mark Pirie