#2,377 I missed it

mike bell poems poetry missing it

I missed it –
sitting there
at a bar near beer mates
& a barman to refill each
pint of requirement –
we
didn’t inhabit that space
[in those ways] for times
[as specified] –
staying in
& no nights out
[less falls
into love –
offline desires
then a rare treat] –
Here
I return to a new almost
of normalities –
Drained
pint glasses demand –
a
round –
our uncommon
command of English –
I
will pick it up over time
[& a fancied inamorato]