Sunday, 1 May 2016
April Poems 2016/30
She lived on Randal Avenue
a dead end without a gennel
where there was no reason to walk past
and be all casual like
Hey! Good to see you!
without looking like a stalker
(which I totally was)
this was in the days before internet;
before mobile phones were a thing
and we went to different schools
my Catholic mother wouldn't approve.
Her family were Prossies.