I only recognise you
disappearing through a corner
I know the back of that body well.
Impossible concern
for the state in my absence
all leaving entails.
I've rarely seen you
coming on intently
perhaps the angle's never right.
I'll jostle for position
as iron lines my jaws
it appears that (well) I never tried.

And furnished in thought
we're like forms for filling
you move closer to the drink you've bought.
I'm tired already

you barely even know

my direction home is steady.