They sit at the table <br />with their crumbs and unwashed cups - <br />a companionable ease between them. <br /> <br />He is reading the paper, <br />struggling sometimes to turn the pages <br />'Bloody broadsheet! ' <br /> <br />She is watching him - <br />the shape of his head, <br />the unconscious grace of his hands. <br /> <br />Occasionally he interrupts <br />'God, the world's gone mad! ' <br /> <br />She smiles, remembering <br />their passion of just an hour before.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-morning-poem/
