Ode to the Suburbs (or Never Fucking Happy Pt. 1)

I sit now watching a couple through the split in their yellow-lit curtains, in the dance of domesticity 

Ironed tracksuits and morning smiles sunny-side-up

All the words unspoken, feelings unfelt, lips unkissed 

Didn’t they learn that life is not a Christmas list?

 

 

Reality in monochrome; all these grey-cladded whites

A hundred whiskered men with their socks matching the pavement 

I’ve never felt so lonely so far from alone

Doors closed, shutters drawn, a double-glaze that’s keeping out more than just the cold

Published by chloeroselilly

Samples of my poetry, fiction and personal essays in amongst real life

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