Creature of habit

You used words I haven't heard before

And my drunken brain couldn't comprehend

What I thought was interest turned out to be

The exact opposite

And yet, sesquipedalian,

You stuck to your bloody ways

And I got lost in the mumbo jumbo

Of flirtation - or whatever the fuck it is you were trying to say

Word of the day: sesquipedalian

given to using long words; (of words) containing many syllables

fire

the saddest part of all this isn't that

i could make a bonfire of all the hurt

you left scattered in my life

but that even as the fire crackles and burns

i would give you another chance

and another and yet another

Coffee

I half expected you to walk in the door today

Sit two tables away from me

Glance up while placing your order

Only to find me already looking your way

It will take you a moment to recognise me

But I flatter myself

I doubt you will

 

Today, the cafe played our song

Scratch that

The cafe played a song that reminds me of you

It’s been 12 years since the song was released

Eleven since you shared it with me

And not once in those years have I heard it being played anywhere

 

And so I half expected you to walk in the door

Sit two tables away from me

Glance up while placing your order

Only to find me already looking your way

 

Would we smile and leave it at that?

A gentle nod in lieu of hello?

Would you invite me to join you, catching up after all these years

Eleven, to be exact

Just over a third of my life