24th February, 2025
night inside Wetherspoons, neon flicker from the fruit machines, pub half-lit and humming low,
I was nursing a pint I didn’t really want when I saw them
— couple by the window, backs to the noise, heads dipped close like the rest of the room didn’t exist,
his hand found hers under the table, slow and careful like it meant something, like it was the first time or maybe the last,
her face tilted toward him, soft in the dim light,
pint glasses in front of them catching reflections like stained glass,
and for a second everything else felt far away.
Side Note:
⟐ Bethnal Green
blue sky too blue, like someone turned the saturation up just for fun, yellow walls shouting hello, bridge ahead with “JAMAL 22” scribbled like a secret only some people understand, 10FOOT warning like it matters to me, girl with pink hair walks past, headphones in, whole world in her head probably, bins spilling thoughts, graffiti screaming TAOWT in colours that don’t apologise, everything buzzing but quiet, like the street’s holding its breath, like maybe I’m the only one who hears it—this little corner that doesn’t ask questions, just exists.
blue sky too blue, like someone turned the saturation up just for fun, yellow walls shouting hello, bridge ahead with “JAMAL 22” scribbled like a secret only some people understand, 10FOOT warning like it matters to me, girl with pink hair walks past, headphones in, whole world in her head probably, bins spilling thoughts, graffiti screaming TAOWT in colours that don’t apologise, everything buzzing but quiet, like the street’s holding its breath, like maybe I’m the only one who hears it—this little corner that doesn’t ask questions, just exists.