We sat, side by side, at the discotheque,
Gripping bottles filled with blue green drinks
Smuggled in with bags and coats with pockets deeper
Than the bouncers dared to search.
The thud of music drifted out, your skin so clammy
Next to mine, cooling quickly in the winter air.
We dressed in skirts that covered nothing
While our shoulders stayed so bare,
Puckered with the goose flesh marking out the month.
You cried softly while I pressed my hand in yours.
He didn’t need to tell you on the floor
With joyous lights dancing over writhing limbs;
He didn’t need to say he loved her most
While she hovered by his side, looking down
At he battered heels, bought from Top Shop
In the days when high streets ruled the world.
Well, that time has vanished now,
Floating far away with love and childish dreams
And the puffs of icy breath, as we look
Towards a future so uncertain that we fear
We’re better off just dead,
Murdered on the sparsely loved dance floor.