Last Call

It’s that moment
when the tinted glasses come off
and you can see her as she is
in all her flawed humanity.
It passes, but you can’t forget the depths
of that abyss.

It’s that Tom and Jerry moment
of dismay;
of looking down
and seeing that you’ve run
right off the cliff
and there’s no way
you’re in for a soft landing –
none.

You see it now – looking down from above:
Her love is what your mother used to call
(speaking of your pet dog)
a “cupboard love”:
She loves your baht –
but doesn’t love you at all!

The tannoy sounds
the last call for your flight:
the last call for your love
was just as trite.


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