Waiting
You said we’d meet in the Packet
a bar that had a rough reputation
I wondered about that
as I ordered a Guiness.
You always kept me waiting
that was one of the things
one of many things
I liked about you.
The bar had fallen silent
I looked around and saw
the seagull on the top
of a broad brimmed straw hat.
You were six feet two
and stood head and shoulders
above the men lining the bar
all of them looking at you.
The sun glasses you wore
stared at me above
that wide white toothed grin
you said make that two pints.
I loved waiting for you.
