This road must be the longest in the universe.
Concrete and concrete and concrete.
I fiddle with my phone,
follow the jagged blue line to Bude.
A few months ago I would have spent the journey
sending Jacq crude emojis
and taking sly photos
of losers on the bus,
their mouths gaping open in sleep.
Now I have no one to message
and nothing to go back to.
I hope Kelly-Anne still has space for me
in her life.
Concrete and concrete and concrete.
The longest road in the universe.