So I never did

We met

 - as is so often the case - 

through friends;

or friends of friends.

In the c  l u    t  t    e     r   of parties, 

and their polite remarks:

‘This is-

               He’s a-’

‘... And how have you been since the move?’ 

Shuffling in our smiles,

We

 took 

it

in 

turns

to forget the other’s name

and paint gazes on the artwork

                                                                                                                                   dressing opposite walls. 

I’d think… 

in the gym,

or when falling asleep,

or somewhere else entirely,

that I’d like to know more…

about the grease in that hair.

But,

just too shy to ask. 

So I

never did.