He said, how often do you come here.

When I’m bored, I replied.

He asked if he could join me, I said if you must.

Playing it cool like the ice in my glass.

We spoke and we smoked,

We drifted and we drank,

We left together that night.

We had the most bizarre conversations

and he fitted me like my best Kurt Geigers.

I love him, I thought,

but I didn’t,

I enjoyed his company

and the alcohol allowed us to connect,

We said things we never would, had we been sober.

That night, I knew him better than his wife.

Sad isn’t it, to think,

your deepest darkest secrets were revealed to a stranger,

and not the one you claim to love.

Not the one who wears a rock to symbolise your eternal love.

He asked me, will you go to that place again?

If I’m bored, I said.