Soliloquy

I never did
adjust
to being
just
a
friend

having to employ new techniques
just to connect
like ducking and weaving
the salacious topics
that flowed freely between us
before

trapping fully formed sentences
behind pursed lips
and swallowing back
the bitter taste of sharp words
in one go

I don’t recognise
your new version of me
the one unable to win you over
with a curved hip
or this soliloquy


* written as a part of a guest blog ‘triptych’ for Ford Dagenham at Hatchbacks on Fire