We met in supermarket,
Joe and I,
We meet every Saturday morning
And chat.
It started long ago
With just a nod of recognition
As we shopped early
On a Saturday morning.
It changed to a “Morning”
And then the odd word,
We found that we both loved rugby
And so our meetings became longer
Until at last we spent several minutes
Just chatting, always starting with rugby
But now we talk of many things.
This morning was different,
Joe said that he had gone to a local arboretum
And this saddened him.
He saw couples walking round
Holding hands or with linked arms.
He missed his wife,
Only gone a year ago,
He felt so alone,
In a place where couples roamed.