EveningsYou switch on the radio, tune
into a golden-oldie station.
You enter the bathroom and run the taps,
remembering to close the plug and add the foam.
You undress and slide into the water
and lie back with a book, a towel
behind your head, perhaps. You half-listen
to the music. You feel relaxed and warm, content
until the thoughts come: no-one to talk to,
no-one to listen. You hum Yesterday.