In the end
we ended up in the pub -
now there’s a surprise.
Fifteen nights out of thirty,
at least. Cheap grub
and we knew the owners,
mates of my folks.
‘All right pal?’, he said.
‘Not bad’, I said back.
Our feet ached,
my arms cracking like conkers
as I stretched,
got comfortable.
And then you mentioned
the C-word again.
‘But in a few years.’
A nod. A sip. The cool slither
of lager down my throat.
We’d talked, of course,
about it before. People
expected, assumed
a kid was the next step.
You didn’t like
my quietness on the matter -
you’d kick my leg, teasingly,
as if kicking the answer
into my body, my mouth.
Honestly? I hadn’t given it
much thought. A sure thing
was my regular line of choice.
*'You know, I fancy you
so much right now.'*
OK, so I don’t know
what made me say that,
but it had already zipped
across the table,
buried in her ears
before I clocked on.
I really meant it though.
I think your cheeks
went cherry red -
there was a kiss, I remember.
I’d answer properly
later on, the pub
a foggy memory
and that night, I slept
knowing I’d fancied you
from the first second we met,
and that the C-word
wasn’t as horrid
as I always used to believe.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
In the end
we ended up in the pub -
now there’s a surprise.
Fifteen nights out of thirty,
at least. Cheap grub
and we knew the owners,
mates of my folks.
‘All right pal?’, he said.
‘Not bad’, I said back.
Our feet ached,
my arms cracking like conkers
as I stretched,
got comfortable.
And then you mentioned
the C-word again.
‘But in a few years.’
A nod. A sip. The cool slither
of lager down my throat.
We’d talked, of course,
about it before. People
expected, assumed
a kid was the next step.
You didn’t like
my quietness on the matter -
you’d kick my leg, teasingly,
as if kicking the answer
into my body, my mouth.
Honestly? I hadn’t given it
much thought. A sure thing
was my regular line of choice.
*'You know, I fancy you
so much right now.'*
OK, so I don’t know
what made me say that,
but it had already zipped
across the table,
buried in her ears
before I clocked on.
I really meant it though.
I think your cheeks
went cherry red -
there was a kiss, I remember.
I’d answer properly
later on, the pub
a foggy memory
and that night, I slept
knowing I’d fancied you
from the first second we met,
and that the C-word
wasn’t as horrid
as I always used to believe.
Written: August 2018.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time. Not based on real events. Feedback welcome as always. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
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