The Widow’s Lament

 I’m looking at the dent on the couch

Where you used to sit

It’s still there

I’m thinking of the dumb
Arse
Crap
I (can) watch
Without your eyes

Rolllling

Without some groaning

Without even watching (I’m busy)
(I don’t care)

Without you
Now you’ve gone
I might end up watching the wrong shows

All of the time

I miss you