One day in some dream I hope that you’ll be late to meet me
for dinner.
You’ll order salad and then steal my chips. And we’ll both
drink too much wine and end up buying a packet of Mayfairs to share, even
though we’ve both given up. Then we’ll find the darkest corner of the quietest
pub, where we’ll order G&T’s and talk too loud about our mistakes and shock
all the other patrons.
As they call last orders, I’ll grab your hand and say through
tears, ‘darling I’m so sorry.’ You’ll say, ‘no, I’m so sorry.’ And as the bar
empties and the chairs get stacked, we’ll go over it all, bartering over
responsibility, wrestling the blame from each other’s grasp. Until in the end
you simply tell me to shut the fuck up.
Walking to the tube, we’ll share another fag and give all of
our collective change to a homeless person. Because we’ve got that trait in
common, you and me.
And as we part at Oxford Circus, to take our separate routes,
I’ll tell you how much I love you and you will hear me.
One day, in a world where everything is OK again.
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