Where I left you

I’d been standing
at the urinal
for a long time.
It was a giveaway.
The man two spaces
away had been there
when I arrived.
Even more of a giveaway.
When whoever was washing
his hands behind us
buzzed them under the hand dryer
and left,
I clocked my neighbour
without turning my head,
letting my eyes
not so secretly point
diagonally down.
I left when I guy
Came in with his
Daughter, didn’t want her
To go into the Ladies alone.
I got out, thought about his wife.
Later I was in taxi
Home from a friend’s.
I made up things about my life
That never happened.
The driver told me about people
Who’d he’d picked up
In recent nights.
He assumed a couple of
Things about me, which
I didn’t put right, so
Ended up telling me
How he’d got a handjob
From a girl who didn’t
Want to pay, said he
Could do that everynight,
And that he’d die in
Poverty but full of
The horn.
I guessed he was making
Up stuff too.