Loss
– By Wendy Cope –
The day he moved out was terrible —
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn’t a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well.

Loss– By Wendy Cope –
The day he moved out was terrible —
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn’t a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well.
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very apt – maybe reminiscent of Brian Patten or Adrian Henri, both esteemed poets
Yes, very appropriate and often wonder how many people can relate to it’s content.