(Ham and Cheese)
The lane is quite deserted,
bar the laundry van now semi-awake,
rear mouth open, facing the gate
ready for its daily dirt collection.
Only the leftovers of your bed-
the soggy cardboard in various cuts and shapes
- are lying on the footpath of the lane,
scattered, maybe unused?
The rain got them soaked wet.
And what’s that plastic wrap?
That H+C marked humid package?
I stand and question its
full, untouched, rejected sight.
I wonder, were it left behind