You were taller than i thought,
wearing a mustard jumper
which was odd – i’d
imagined this, why would
i choose that shade?
We sat in an over-themed pub
perched high on bar stools,
sharing the table with strangers
who pressed up close
and butted in.
You were animated,
your words expanding
blowsy like the decor, despite
my continuing to read
the newspaper.
Yet it was you who ultimately
detached, without goodbye,
and i glanced up from the
small ads to see an
empty space.
Sandie Zand – 11th November 2015
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