‘Thanks’, I say. ‘How sweet! – Cadbury’s Milk Tray’. The annual, unimaginative, unwanted treat.
You: ‘It’s nothing.’
True! But you think it will do… When we were 6 and fell in love, you promised a jewel in exchange for a playground kiss – and gave me your iced diamond biscuit.
But I reminisce…
‘Got to fly’. Happy Valentine’s – important meeting, mustn’t be late…’
Words that creak
The obligatory peck on the cheek
I smile, and swallow a sigh
Poor Mr Plausible – betrayed by the anticipatory lustful glint in your eye
Go! Meet with your latest legs-up-to-armpits 20-something ‘secretary’. You’ll have sent her out to buy these – you always do.
No tears: I’ve known for years. What’s good for the gander will suit this goose. The red dress awaits, new undies too, bought for another man’s illicit pleasure.
I’m anticipating a day of exhausting leisure!