Watching

I watch you
You glance around
Looking for me?
You say something to her
She opens her door
Those golden legs swing out
onto the kerb
Her high heels hug it
as she stands


In the doorway,
I’ve left my note
You look around; searching for me?
You pick it up
Your shoulders sigh.
You open it and read aloud
Why did you do that?
She doesn’t need to know
She uses her mobile
To call her lawyer?
To arrange a divorce?
To set you free?
You look up, you see me
in the window

Someone is knocking at the door
Who can that be?
I cut myself from you
Confronted by two policemen
They’re taking me to see the doctor
But I’m not ill.