"Drinking a tin
and thinking of him,"
hoping to get away
from this maudlin
whim of escapism into
a new era of
beginnings.
Maybe it will, maybe it won’t,
either way I don’t mind gaining a friend,
or discovering my new favourite game,
flirting with men on the train
who can’t look up from their
slim, beautiful, intelligent phones.
Maybe if I changed my (ring)tone I could grab their attention,
but I don’t mention it,
I don’t want to distract him from that top score on temple run.
So I’ll have the conversation in my head
and wonder what we could have said/what he’d be like in bed/where it might have led in ten years time when we’re married with kids
but he probably won’t remember this.
It’s okay though,
I don’t mind,
I understand it’s hard to find the time to talk
to people when you’re surrounded by them
every day.
There’s only so much you have left to say
and you’d rather save it for someone special.
Someone you care about.
Someone close to you.