He walked down the busy main
road, searching for someone,
not sure who, then back to the
place where he lived now.
She came in, said Mrs Brown saw
him going down the road. Why ?
She had said she wouldn’t be long.
He wanted to drive himself to the
club but she drove him there, said
he kept forgetting where he was.
He was a good driver, could drive fast,
needed a big car to go really fast
so the blokes at the club would
remember he was a real driver.
They packed everything in a ruck
which drove away. Next day they
drove all day – well she drove –
up to a little house and parked the
car. She walked him over the road
down the drive into a big hallway.
Two women met them, walked with them
along corridors and into a bedroom.
This is your room now, they told him.
He says they should drive all day
back to the place they came from.
Then everything would be alright.
Previously posted March 2017