We split up that night, both believing it was best. You, so smitten with her, it was plain to see.

My love for you could not handle your unhappiness, I had to let you go.

In the morning, the wine stains, empty bottles and me, all hollowed out.

I'm at your door, I brought freesias. You loved the scent. 

Now, it's pass the salad, the steak so tender. The wine, oh, yes!

Beyond the open door, I can see your bedroom, sunlit. The bed all neat and bright colours.

On the worktop, a wooden block full of knives—my wedding present.