On a bench
at
Lansdowne Road Station,
waiting for the train with my
whiter-than-white
shoes on and my
whiter-than-right
view of it all.
I was sitting beside a girl,
as the story generally goes.
She looked a lot like
you.
I hope it wasn’t.
We missed an excellent opportunity
to hold hands
in the cool evening air,
to make faces at
the people speeding by,
to pretend to fall in love.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 