Wandering Around Alone Poem by Andrew Close

I hear girls chat as only girls can
As I leave.
I see the top of the lyric covered
In scaffold and green plastic.
If all that fell to the ground,
Killing me and upsetting the local Motorists,
Im not sure who would care.
I think I know where Im going.
I look for her but she is not
There and I didn’t expect her to be there,
But I wish she was.
Who is she anyway?

Up the stairs to the Space,
Our once cheerful resting place.
It looks busy - there is a blonde girl
In an oversized t shirt and a smile.
“Would you like a …”, I flash her a smile
And go back down, with no intention
Of ever going back there again.
Relish has a new sign,
although its an painted an angry colour.
There is a man inside who is quite obviously fighting
With his girlfriend.
Its amazing how suggestive a colour can be,
Like her eyes or her lips or her…
Who is she anyway?

A girl with a Dublin accent approaches.
You can hear her before you see her,
But she is sporting a, “vote for Pedro” T shirt,
I guess its supposed to be cool.
Im not convinced.
I’ve walked back but Im early,
Where to kill the last five minutes?
In a garden with a rusted gate,
I find myself alone, wondering
If maybe she and I would have liked this solemn place
Or whether she even remembers my face
Who is she anyway?