I proposed in the pub
with the beer he likes.
Tore a strip from my notebook.
It was cheap and to hand
when he went to buy a drink. I folded a circle;
the rip was barely visible I made it so neat.
He took it off. Thought it was a joke.
The paper wouldn’t stand the rain
as we sobered up
waiting for the bus.
Lydia Allison is a Sheffield-born poet whose current writing stems from a love of weddings and wonky romances. She is a member of Writing Squad 8 and has appeared a number of times both online and in print, including two of Pankhearst’s Slim Volumes (This Body I Live In and No Love Lost). She enjoys a range of modern and contemporary writers, particularly female American poets. Her other favourite things in life are the Yorkshire countryside and cake for breakfast. Follow her on Twitter @LydiaAllison13 and find more poems, stories, and links here: lydiaallison.wordpress.com.
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