Better things

The first time I told you I love you

was by text I was in the back seat of a taxi

with no shoes on

and I could barely make out your reply

because of the cracked screen of my phone

and the taxi driver looked so much like

my old next door neighbour Matthew

who I always had this understanding with

I've never really connected with any next door neighbour since

are you sure you're not Matthew? I kept asking

and the taxi driver kept saying 'Are you sure you don't want

driving to the hospital? Or at least to my sister-in-laws?

She's a nurse. Someone needs to look at your collarbone'

and I said that's kind of you Matthew she sounds

like a wonderful person I bet she keeps all her old

birthday and christmas cards you both should come round

to my house one Sunday. My collarbone is painful

and so are my knees and skull but I'll get better.

'I know I can be naive sometimes, Matthew

I hope I'm not getting ahead of myself

but right now things are looking good' and Matthew

helped me to my front door and I apologised

for how much I'd been singing in his taxi

but he said that's okay. When he was in love

he was always singing too.