Little grandad sat on his own
Her side of the bed dark
Who puts the washing out
Even on grey days. Are rooms
Cold again, are towels hung up
Does the TV know when
To record at 1pm, on VHS
Her bedside table, Buddha candle
China saucer, instant camera
Grandad sits, red T-shirt, shorts
Cut the grass yesterday. Town
On Saturday, but no market
Library, maybe a butcher's
Then Deb and John's house
Cup of tea in the kitchen
Plants, plans for Sunday dinner
The first ones round, who gets
It ready, and the curry on Fridays
Her mattress still made new
Little grandad, silence, not even
The boiler, it's not cold anymore
Her pillow, but not underneath
Her duvet, but not above
Tea straight from the kettle
Thirty eight years, then twelve more
Turn around and there's only
Her side of the bed, dark
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