Canned Tomatoes (Whole)

I walk slowly to the store

You don't live here anymore

You used to live round the corner

(Cigarettes and alcohol)

Last week I turned twenty four

You don't call me anymore

We used to speak every morning

I was sleeping on the floor

I still get the mail for

You I leave it at the door

Every letter seems a warning

Pay your rego by the fourth

Monday morning laundry or

Coffee on the garden wall

You're good cos you're never boring

You should probably call me more