Love Poem: Concrete

Concrete

You tell me your leaving 

Impersonal over the phone

Couldn't you at least write me a Poem

Spelling out why

Or was I just small fry

You overcooked 

Because you weren't paying attention 

Romping up the temperature 

Drained on old newspaper 

Yesterday's news in small print 

You never really cared about 

Hanging on your arm whilst you looked out

For something better to come along

And sweep you off your feet