Sorry Love.

 

The band was shit!

Its name disappeared.

Gone from the bottom

of drink soaked memory.

 

I held a pint

mixed.

Half bitter half mild.

I remember that.

 

We stood at the back

I wore black

Flares on legs

And sand shoes.

 

You stood

Arm around me

Around slim waist.

Meaning something.

 

I stared into

A far off place.

Feeling some

Broken disgrace.

 

You moved

Tried to turn

Tried to kiss.

It was a miss.

 

My face turned

So you missed

my lips,

and brushed my cheek.

 

“We have to talk”.

I silently did

I’m sorry love

My mind says.

 

Courage gone

Bile “your not right you”

“Your wrong in the head”

She storms away.

 

I’m relieved.

She’s saved me.

I’m alone now.

I’m free.

 

I got another pint

Am I wrong in the head?

After two weeks

I missed the sex.

 

So I partied

And swayed

And entered the land

Of the one night stand.