At around this time every evening
He eats a Cadbury’s Flake chocolate bar
As he cycles (one-handed)
Somewhere above the district line.
I could probably shut my eyes
Cycle blind behind him
Chucking myself recklessly
Into that toxic river of his
Forgetting what happened to Gretel
(Hansel was in on the plan the whole time FYI)
And sleep/joy ride all the way to nearly-home
(just before the red bridge perched somewhere above the central line)
Where I turn right and he turns left.
Today he whips out a Cadbury’s cream egg.
Semi-Seasonal, I guess.
But a sturdy cream egg
Doesn’t lose itself to the wind
The way the the giving, com/passionate
And let’s face it
Cadbury’s Flake does.
With this detour in confectionary choice
He keeps me on my toes
I’m getting faster by the day.
My calf muscles hurt
But at least there’ll be a