Boy With a Skateboard

Boy With a Skateboard. Her heart pounds, the cup in trembling hand The waitress assures he’ll be here soon The minutes pass like hours Her face doesn’t betray her anxiety Putting herself out there Easily hurt, another sip of time passes. His cap is fashionably back to front Skateboard in hand, wheels facing out Too old to be surfing the path, surely? His nonchalance might be a show Her pretty eyes deserve more, but She’ll put up with his childish Hobby for now. He leaves, another show of dominance Mutters something about sitting outside She stays, finishes the coffee. Her cup’s Drained. Unable to fight, her phone To her ear. In he comes and they speak Face to face on the phone. He picks up His skateboard, I can’t see but imagine her Eyes rolling skyward, thinking will he Ever grow up? Probably not, but she’ll Carry on for now. David Cox 23/04/22