So how have you been?
Drinks with ‘before’ friends.
Even without the safety of
alcohol,
it makes me feel
almost normal,
for a while.
Until I catch an expression
I wasn’t meant to see,
for a second out of
the corner of my eye.
And I’m reminded.
As you move,
microscopically,
away from me at the bar.
Unintentional?
Or imperceptible shame?
Either answer tilts the room. I’m alone.
And I’m reminded of
light, easy conversation.
Just like we had before,
until I say something like:
‘Is this the kinda place
where they’ll let me
use
the
bathroom?’
And I realise I’ve ruined it.
Easy? Or shallow and safe?
Conversation
for running out the clock.
And I’m reminded.
Reminded that we’re not here
together.
We’re complete strangers.
Sat in this bar,
on other sides of the world.
And I wish for just one night
You wouldn’t remind me.