you weren’t there to see my life
open up with a right click
in a new window

you were out on a piss
playing pool in the pub round the corner
luck staring you in the face
like a torch

and all my posters
were screaming your name
and all I was wearing were T-shirts with
your unshaved face
on a Sunday morning

you stumbled in
stinking of unawareness
and carried on living
without me