Make an hour of the day
In her room of clothes the TV played
When she pulled my chair I dropped her vase
And she cried no more and threw the door
Okay
I'll take stock and collate my notes
It's fine
So much till the end of time
She couldn't stand it wouldn't be had, evinced the magic plummy hands
Past the sprinklers in the dark
I walked alone to Richmond Park
Come Sunday we can make pretend
And lose once more and start again