Not Hard To Come By, Goodbyes Kiss. Poem by Mark Heathcote

"Look, you can't bottle me up like some pickle gherkin,
And say you don't miss sex
That I no longer have any meaningful layers
No skins to peel back".

And that you are already completely bored.
But then and now say, but that's okay —
If, if we just occasionally touch:
You know sometimes when we're undressing.

"Look, didn't we use to be frenetically good friends?
Isn't it time we lifted the lid off this can of worms".
Let's not fight over whom snores loudest
But who can leave and close the front door quietest?

You asked me
For my loyalty,
My honesty, so here it is
I'm leaving on your very next,
Not hard to come by - goodbye kiss.