The Watering Hole

I take the long walk home
Recalling words that made me hurt
Picturing you in one of your wardrobes worth of
Cashmere skirts
I’m tied of the back and forth
Between the watering hole
And Kennoway Drive
His coat holding your shoulder was hard to see but
We both believe in a solid goodbye
As the fog is thinning I see you there
With new short hair
The outline of another man beats me to your hand
And within an inch of my life
I am told that a stitch in time saves nine or so
What do I know?
Easy come, most difficult go