I would like to thank James Balston for allowing me to use his beautiful photo as inspiration

It was one of those 
Finely wrought park benches.



Swing-boat shaped.

You said you wanted to talk.

I had anticipated all kinds

Of lovely things,

Not that you were saying goodbye.

I guess you chose

To break up with me there,

Because it was so impersonal.

Your words tripped out 

In a concentrated,


Well-rehearsed rush.

You didn’t draw breath,

In case I responded,

You just said your piece,

Kissed me chastely

On the cheek,

Turned on your heel,

And walked away.

© Text Caro Ness 2016

Image: James Balston, Greenwich Park