Poetry Breakfast

Apart from everything we were the same
A poem by Jack Caradoc

Apart from everything we were the same

She was mostly cornflakes
with a side order of pikelets.

I was all scrambled eggs
and buttered rye-bread toast.

We were never meant to
break our fast together.

She was mostly light years away,
on a distant unchartered moon.

I was all tabloid and behind the ink,
looking for lottery wins that never came.

We looked at love from opposing sides.
Expected too much or too little.

Always getting in the driver’s side,
which was the passenger’s side,
in the countries we disagreed in.

Those familiar stars again
in separate hemispheres
of our brains and skies,
now we are fatally, finally apart.

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