Cold light ticket stubs.

Do you ever look in that mirror 

and think a part of yourself has been chinked away 

like a suit armour worn 

in the Cold light of a seasonal day

the gaps in our capacity to learn

those hang ups left in the cloak room.

Ticket stubs and checking out winter coats.

collecting telephone numbers 

that you haven’t yet clocked 

are that of a streetwise demoiselle.
If you spent less time worrying 

about others bread trails 

you could of found your own.
or have you lost your way 

following the misdirection 

of the hand maidens tales.