You played in Emile’s position
in the same primary school,
both just as fast on the wing,
Mr Turnbull told the Merc
and there you were with Emile’s dad
in the photo, and after,
winning cups, soccer, tennis,
squash for the county once,
then dropped yourself down a level to play
with your mates. Liam, stop there.
How it was. Always blurring,
I, we, you, knew something other.
the fizz, white noise (my take),
how you said in Year 9,
drinking that coke, something
shifted ( my words).
It’s been wild, hasn’t it? Sweetheart,
you’d call me a twat
and loads more for all of this.
Happy Birthday. Baby, fish grin,
white hair, boy in the class
who made everybody laugh
but the teachers. Blue eyes, drop-
dead sexy and sound ( some girl’s/
girls’ testimony). Whatever.
Stay safe. Do just as you’re doing.
Best things and better. Twenty-one,