I’ve been watching over you.
I saw you today, walking up the ramp at East Croydon station, trying not to think of the times we did it together, coming back from holiday, dragging our cases.
I saw you walk past the place we met, not looking at it, trying not to get too sentimental.
I saw your stand off with the fox by the car park – I know you would’ve wanted to tell me about it. But it’s okay, I was there too. I see everything you see.
I saw you come home alone in the dark, and worried about you.
I’m sorry I’m not down there to protect you – I’ll try and do what I can from here.
I saw you do that secret thing. Please don’t fret about it – I would’ve understood.
So take heart, I’ll always be keeping an eye out for you.
PS I’m so sorry one of the fish died.
PPS I notice you are still a) eating Chinese, b) putting salt on Chinese. Stop!