He recognised the way she wrote the letter ‘z’
With that tail, like a crotchet rest
To give the music silence.
He paused too, looking at the envelope in his hand
It stung when he ripped it open
Like pulling a plaster off after leaving it too long.
But there it was, another Christmas card
From the supermarket
His name scrawled inside and a row of kisses at the bottom.
It was worse to be almost forgotten
And hastily remembered
Than to be totally erased from her life
and given a clean slate to start from