In rooms whose lights
On winter evenings
Make peepshows of our lives -Behind each window
A stage so cluttered up
With props and furnitureIts not surprising
We make a mess of what began
So simply with i love youLook at us: some
Slumped in chairs
And hardly ever speakingAnd others mouthing
The same tired lines to ears
That long ago stopped listening.Once we must of dreamed
Of something better.
But even those who swappedOne partner for another
Have ended up
Like the rest of us:Behind doors, moving outside
Only to go to work
Or spend the weekend with motherWrtten by Vicki Feaver
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