Garfunkle’s Poem by Ian Keenan

KFC was tempting,
but my gallbladder complained
so I settled for Garfunkle’s
and an omelette.

I’m not lonely,
planning the wait
for her passport,
but it takes me back.

I once had to renew
in a hurry –
some business trip,
the process the same
but you to come with me.

This time, as for so long now,
you to go without me.

I’m not lonely,
Victoria Station busy,
but I miss those times
when we once loved,
innocent,
no tears nor tearing.