Connie Bensley

Don’t Look Back

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No, let’s not look at the old photographs any more:

our hair was so full and shiny then, and anyway

we can’t tell all those babies apart now.

And who was the woman in the lace blouse

sitting on our sofa, with that basilisk stare?

I don’t remember ever seeing her before.

Let’s put the albums back on the shelf

and settle down with that serial killer thing on TV.

That always cheers us up.