“Just another night”

Just another night out
like so many before.
Just another part
of London; another store;

another local fish’n’chips;
another restaurant or a bar;
another three hours of small sips
of white wine and an hour to home by car,

but we get there in a quarter.
Just another night of breathless
laughs and sighs in candle amber
burning the sheets of the sleepless.

Just another evening
that I silently wish it
was as easy as that; instead I’m sipping
a pint of lager and enjoying a lemon tart...