a week not going exactly as planned even when we go to get her emergency visa some guy comes along and jumps the queue loudly claiming he’s supposed to be in front of a group of us when i call him out on it he tries to weasel out of it bleating “i’m supposed to be here! i’d never jump the queue! i have principles!” but i let it go »
the previous wedding we’d been to my friend didn’t even notice I’d turned up despite me standing right behind her in a group photo when i’d tried to say hello i was ignored as another friend edged me aside to give her congratulations (well i thought at least i’d tried). at this one the bride whispered to us “i wish we did what you guys did” somewhere in between »
sometimes i miss you more than i can say with your little streets full of lonely things you were my first inner city suburb i did my best to walk every inch of you i nearly bought a house in the same old street but it seemed like time had overcome me each time i return my camera won’t leave my hand there’s always another angle »
a simple mission clouded by short bursts of rain we saw a few unfamiliar streets before escaping for food and shelter on the “football train” or so the sign said a few stations down the line. »
a quiet cup of coffee the eternal goal but never quite meant to be. »