stop to eat

ushered to a seat

I see a blonde head

er can i sit over there?

i’m asking nice

to be out of her sightline

there she is older

hair thinner face worn

yet fatter with bloat

the kind that booze brings

with her surfer she loved more

he’s gained weight

still got the straggly ‘tache

skinny rat thin pony tail

& bald spots now

my girl sits opposite

faffs around to order

should i this? should i?

i have the patience now

recognising these dramas

as only precursors & wait

while checking out

over her shoulder

the blonde & surfer boy

seeing him slouch going off

to order more drinks

thinking yep that’s her

she can still pack ‘em away

& the best bits of any of this is

she doesn’t see me

& i’m not bitter at all