Poem by Barry Charman

You are the black squares
in a crossword
I tell you this
and though it is hard to accept
at first
you eventually nod
pack your bags
and leave me the white squares
our emptied promises


Barry Charman is a writer living in North London. He has been published in various magazines, including Ambit, Firewords Quarterly, Mothership Zeta, and Popshot. He has had poems published online and in print, most recently in Bewildering Stories and The Linnet’s Wings. Find him at his blog.