8 NOVEMBER 2008, Page 49

L OVE You sitting on the edge of the bed With

your guts churned up Because you’ve had a couple of Guinnesses And haven’t slept all night.

Saying you’ll go home, have a shower before work.

I put my arms round you And promise not to touch you So you’ll sleep by me 45 more minutes.

In the kitchen you have a little muesli Because it’s better to have something. I stand close so I can see you Without wearing glasses And whisper so no one will wake up.

At the door you only kiss me on the cheek Maybe because you don’t feel well.

Valerie Jack