Spectator

Your significant other leaves

Saying they’ll see you later

And you wait, and you want

Gauge to cry, and you don’t

Complain life is unfair

Don’t expect me to be there

I’m just a spectator

He checks his watch at half past eight

Scans the street, then lays his bait

In the sensuality of his breath

His want to break evades itself

The flair of young man singular

Don’t expect me to be there

I’m just a spectator.

Later rituals

Are seething kin, the citadel

Already she has cleaned her teeth

Of the others he inclined to meet

And memories of those embrace her

Don’t expect me to be there

I’m just a spectator

Don’t expect me to love or hate you

I’m the photographic untruth

The time taken

Notoriety

The unnecessary fight you lead.

Clubs and societies

Formed so I can see you later

Paper then as I embrace you

Don’t expect me to be there

I’m just a spectator