homeward bound

the bags of new clothes from the shops
carried home after work in the blowing rain
having been quickly bought
at lunch time

the break in the day to eat and relax

I watch this from the 27 bus home
from meeting my love
to talk through all of the weathers
we have just been through, with those perhaps ahead

my heart hurts and pain jabs in my arm
as I sit
happily dreaming
in my loving wet blown life