This is the point in the film
where you come back to life,
so I tidy my fringe to hide
the receding bits you won’t recognise.
I offer to buy you a drink, something
you never got the chance to try,
and I do my best to explain
the reasons I no longer eat meat
in a way you won’t call me names,
and help you pronounce
the names of Premier League players
I know you will love.
I offer to buy you a drink again
and you take my hand, fight
the urge to complain about the music
and recommend we get a taxi
rather than walk the road way home.

Carl Burkitt 2024