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Campbell’s Soup (Garrowhill 1972)

 

Daylight revealed through the thinnest curtains

she moved with purpose from the bed.

A bitter glance at the man she hated to love.

She savored the chill of the water

the comfort of the shabby robe

the creak of the tread

prepared the last breakfast.

 

Calmly watched as he drank his tea

sighed as he left in silence without a glance.

Reached for a tin of Campbell’s soup

scribbled a note placed them by the bread bin

took off the ring gathered us and left.

 

He returned to ominous silence

a desperate Agnes echoed unanswered

defeated alone with soup and note.