I couldn’t go back so I sought to embracean armada of digitised faces online to relearn to reject, be rejected, to flirt two dozen first dates, all destined to fail always over and done halfway through the first drink
you came way across town to my local for wine I can’t go after one, that wouldn’t be right
but you’re not like your pictures or words that I read
did I form expectations you’d never have met? is the you you portrayed the you you now say?
it’s not that you’re boring, you’re not, you have wit we’re talking ideas, not just TV and people I know if we met more I’d like you that’s all it would take to make love our habit shared memories, routines, and regular orgasm
but you also feel safe, you don’t scare me at all these trialled conversations, the scheduled encounters like well-fattened stock being herded to pasture let’s have one more wine then I’ll walk you down to the bus stop – it’s dark, and not your part of town.