Matt Miller is back!
Sometimes You Have To Walk Away
Wednesday evening. In a restaurant
next door to a pub, across a road
from a club, round the corner from a
cinema, within a certain
vicinity of any number of
at a table, in the centre of
a room packed with unwelcome watching
sleepwalkers, he reaches out his hands
and takes hers;
wraps his fingers around her fourth finger,
writes clues across her palms, cradles
her wrists like the children that breath soft in
linger there, lost in the knot of his
knuckles, then raise up quick as bubbles
to search his face; a sketch pad bathed in
Silently, from our corner table
we watch him, back from six weeks in Thailand,
her, tapping on the giggling glass, these two,
this snowglobe couple, shaking themselves
like staffie terriers, racing like
century screamers towards climax,
the phone rings.
She snatches faster, acting tease,
puts it to her ear, asks, please don’t
bother us tonight. All the while,
he holds a surprise behind the folded
napkin of his lips. Thinking she knows
what it is she eases it from him,
and then stops.
Sleepwalking, he reaches out his hands
and takes hers.
Validated voyeurs, we still watch.
Time splits itself into fragments,
as she tosses her wine glass towards him,
one droplet after another
staining his shock Ribena red.
Chair legs growl across the wooden floor.
She haults in the doorway and feels five
years in its solid frame, opens her
lips again, and asks him to join her.
Matt Miller is in his final year of his Creative and Professional Writing BA at Nottingham University. He has been performing poetry since 2011 and has performed at the Nottingham Playhouse, the Olympic Park and various pubs in Nottingham and Newcastle. He also teaches creative writing at Arnold Hill Academy.