'Going to the football?'
I asked as he was up
so early.
(Most odd for Saturday)
'No, going in town,
want anything?'
'Like what?'
'Books, padlocks?'
'No thanks,'
That was seven hours ago.
It's cold now.
Why do I still worry,
like he was five?
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