#57

Spotted in Sainsburys
The ghost of you hovering
In the aisle next to mine
An instance, flash reminder
In the big bright window
To warn me from treading
In the crocodile water
Just in time probably
To escape your notice
Thankful to keep this
Moment of inner terror
To myself and to the cigarettes
I want so badly to buy
Without you seeing
And judging that you were right
To fall out of love with me

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