sent to the loft, alas |
wind and rain prevent clipping
hedge parsley
© Rachel Green 2018
An effort to remember
the time when they were friends
or at least on friendly terms
results in nothing.
There was never a time
when he invited her
to an evening out
or a meal or a social gathering.
She can only remember her partner
asking 'how was he today?)
and she would shrug and say'okay'
and once in a while, "Good."
but the latter happened more rarely
as if he begrudged her lessons
which he shortened week by week
and fat-shamed her;
belittled her progress
until she'd had enough.
© Rachel Green 2018
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