Flu riddled
You cancelled our 11th meet up
With half a hours notice

Scratching down the phone
Like a chipped needle
On a record player

Skateboarding between
The truth and lies
Brick-edged across St Peters Square
With the tram lights
Spot lighting on me
Truthing the ground

Leaving me stood there
Alone in the rain. 

(11th in a ongoing series)