Out in the cold

Left outside
in the cold and wet
watching the passers-by
Occasionally supplying
a convenient stopping off point
while a cigarette is stubbed out.
Left outside
in the grey and damp
while mist from the breaths
of the brightly coloured revellers inside
steams up the window panes
and their noise spills out
onto the rain-slicked street.
Left outside
clutching a tram ticket
and a dried-out bouquet
imagining another time
and place
and different company
warmed by memories
chilled by predicament
Left outside.

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