Una watched Nuala
walk down the road away,
she hated it
when Nuala had to leave
to go back to her husband,
the lovemaking was good
the bed rocked,
gone now out of sight,
she let the curtains fall back
and sat on the sofa,
the air smelt still
of her perfume,
so unlike Stu,
o Stu how deep she was
how cold and hot,
Norwegian cold fish
on some days,
that slit wrist bath
drowning episode,
but Nuala was different
so warm and kind
and so fresh to a new kind
of loving making,
Una rose and put on
the Hi-Fi and played U2
and poured a drink of gin
and sat and stared at the floor,
Stu dark and deep
that last day after
the unsettling sex
she went slit her wrists
and downed half bottle of vodka
drowned and lay cold for a day,
Nuala kissed and fucked and kissed
a night alone now
empty bed and all missed.