I check into a hotel
at streets away Clapham Common.
Booking into a double room,
more out of hope than expectation.

I tell myself
that there is no need to unpack.
The bleak hospitality matches
the stale thoughts
travelling through my mind.

You wouldn't believe
a Freudian slip would have
brought me here.
Hanging on a phone call,
refreshing my emails
every five minutes.

The Inevitable ghosting
takes me from Panorama
to paranoia.
I checked out of us
long before the morning arrived.

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