I feel your eyes

staring after me

Stop me please,

scream don’t go

I walk forlornly towards my taxi

The taxi awaits eagerly

He wants his fare

It’s not too late

To tell me you still care

The driver opens my door

Bags in the boot

Stale sweat from the passenger before

Does permeate, an unwelcome pollute

It’s not too late

To stay, just ask me

The engine starts, we slowly drive

I stare at him from the window of my taxi


Janette Bendle ❤️