You'd smiled but not stopped, to make small talk with the girl, you used to know in secondary school. she just wanted to chat, about the weather or something like that, but you were busy making up important plans.
being late home could have caused a catastrophic missing, of that show circled in red pen in the t.v listing.
You'd humoured the teenage boy, bored at the checkout, with one word answers about your holidays. you'd done your shop for the week, barely even having to speak, and it was two for one on microwave meals.
you were pleased by how coy you'd behaved, all the precious little minutes so skilfully saved.
but how sad it is unlocking, your studio flat front door; how cold how long your shadow on the floor. how the disconnected phone, laughs at you all alone, how the sofa nearly swallows you alive.
you're a ghost you're a ghost you're invisible to most, you're a ghost living by the coast, you're a ghost. you're a ghost you're a ghost you're invisible to most, you're a ghost living by the coast, you're a ghost.