Catherine Two

You who stamp the tar, do not bring good news, even in your car, a trip on your bones, carry messages from a few, love never eats alone, it doesn't cross the arc, but makes excuses, right from the off, who has a heart of stone, no one says they knew, the way things go, time has gone too far, lipstick, the jeans you use, no way is she a tart, splutter down the ‘phone, act like a distant nark, at this last fandango, she smokes a Lucky Star, smells summer’s sweet perfume, she's falling apart, I still hear her cough.