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.