the 2nd nicest wetherspoons in town

i like it when i forget what they all look like 

better still 

the sounds of their voices 

and exactly what they sound like caressing 

vowels 

and consonants 

how their tongue curves 

to make a sound 

it is 

better yet 

when they pass you in the street 

and inwardly contemplate 

an awkward hello 

or even a hastening of pace 

even better 

when they have forgotten you too

calmer still 

when a hello is not expected 

nor a cause of offense if conversating 

is a route chosen 

a route with variable outcomes 

not worth much of a thought anymore 

walking past 

walking back 

and sinking into 

your respective circles 

of friends 

it is an interaction 

you would barely remember to 

bring up in idle conversation 

sat cradling your vodka cranberry 

one evening 

and plotting your next maze like trek 

to the toilet 

in the

second nicest wetherspoons in town