"You don’t often make time for self loathing but today is a different type of day.In the..."

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You don’t often make time for self loathing

but today is a different type of day.

In the afternoon, you meet up with an ex lover’s ex best friend in London

here for the day on business.

Over a drink and, ‘it’s so good to see you after two years’

you learn,

a) The wound is still sore.

b) Your ex lied and cheated, often.

c) The ‘friend’ finds you beautiful.

You enjoy the last fact. The other two are burning a hole in your throat

but you enjoy the last fact until, five glasses of wine later,

they miss their flight

and you wind up together in a hotel bed with starched sheets.

So it happens,

(as things do)

and in the end everything just feels a little stale

and, mostly, you just feel like the tissue paper

in the bin or the half cup of water

or the do not disturb sign

…redundant

and you both say ‘bye without kissing,

the hug is a useless lie,

they get a later flight. You catch the night bus home.

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- Yrsa Daley-Ward