Our past lives followed us like shadows ...

On my way to The Salt Pig, a former colleague recognised me - 

He nodded, smiled warmly and hurried on - 

The last time I saw him, he was wearing a dark suit - 

Clean shaven and smiling an Ofsted smile, he'd been drinking conference coffee - 

He glowed with the light of exemplary trajectories - 

Now he was bearded, wearing a worn wax jacket - 

We no longer had name badges pinned to our lapels - 

We stood in the car park, dodging pensioners' Skodas - 

Our past lives followed us like shadows - 

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Saturday 18 March 2017

The Salt Pig

Wareham 

Dorset