Gossip Poem by Tracy Oliver

A friend of yours indeed,
I saw her in the street.
Her mouth like a No.64 bus.
Couldn't wait to tell me all about you.
\She knew we were an item of love.
I think she saw right through me.
My thoughts on you now, like glue.
What about us?
\The No.64 bus is now leaving.
She's happy to of spoke to me.
She leaves with one last line.
You adored your wife.
\Her words cut me into tiny pieces.
Never can I pick them up, and put them back together.
Too many pieces.It is done.
\My question she has answered,
Just like that.
My pieces have now blown away from upon the ground.