Last Night down the pub

The talk was of Shakespeare, football

teaching babies, the entitlement of performers

but I was so drunk on you that I couldn't see it was time to leave

The night went on, it became warm and mellow like red wine

you liked my accent, I reminded you of your Aunty

am I old enough to be anyones Aunty?

you asked did I come from the land of your forbears

said no, next door

you laughed

We talked of mutual friends

places in common

Irish airports, tattoos

food and families

at least you talked, I listened 

you took my hand and said my name

you said you would not forget me

I think you already have