The relationship has ended. That’s why I’m here. Returning after only a day – rattling back through the white chalk swellings to my point of departure. Tipped onto the platform at Hatfield Station with nothing but longing. To the north is a time I call closed and my walk through the town feels like defeat. The cars and students have been swept from the streets. Tanya looks at me in surprise as I stand on her doorstep in the heat. Her cat ties shapes round my legs. I’d come from the bed of someone who loved me but I can never love – through the arms of someone I loved but could never love me – to the front door of a woman who I hoped would accept me. I felt like a shell – searching for a place to live with nothing but greenflies for company.
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