Thirty years on and I’m still not bored
of being in your company;
we fit together you and I.
But sometimes I fancy some time to myself,
to do the things that you’re not into.
When those occasions come along
I make grand plans and varied lists,
and look forward to my solo adventures.

Perhaps I’ll ride my bike all day,
looking magnificent in lycra.
Or stay in bed and read a book,
from cover to cover, under the covers,
only emerging for food and drink.
Elsewise, I’ll grab my guitar, and cranking
up the volume to eleven, master
tricky licks and guitar god poses.

But when the day arrives, I find
myself unmoored, adrift in aimless
seas, wishing the silent hours
away, waiting for my rescue.

A restless weekend on my own.
(31.03.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
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