Tuesday, 4 April 2017
poetry 2017 / 041
The Single Life
I took his life on Tuesday afternoon
on an odd day off from working at the DSS
(where they were pretty cruel to me, I must say)
and a brief but expensive trip to London.
He was willing to go, it was a mutual desire –
we'd been together long enough
that one of us had to go
or face the threat of insanity
or suicide by eighteen wheeler on the M1
(and who'd want to clean that mess?)
A single pill to do the deed
washed down with a glass of wine.
I'd like to say it was a good wine
but it was barely mediocre, a lot
like his life, once his partner had left him
and taken his two beloved dogs.
He was happy to die, and wished me well.