They didn’t have a single good tooth between them
but, they were smiling like children all the same.
In their mid fifties, homeless and destitute,
sat upon the curb of the gutter outside of the Foodbank
sharing mineral water and pre-packaged sandwiches.
He was tearing off his crusts and handing them to her
“There you go, my lover, I know how much you like ‘em”
whilst she was pulling tomato out of hers for him.
They had a radiant glow of love all around them
which was beautiful and infectious to behold.
Everyone was watching from the bus stop queues
yet, they were oblivious to all but each other.
When they’d finished dining, he reached into his pocket
and pulling free a manky, old bit of toilet roll,
he tilted her head slightly and wiped gently at her mouth.
Then after rising, he held out a hand and bowed “My Lady”
she squealed heartily, rose like the Belle of the Ball, gushing
“You’re just like ‘Awesome Welles’ about the place…
I swear, I’m without a doubt, the luckiest girl alive!”
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