matty healy

I met you one day on Oxford Street

That was kind of rare for me

Think it was on a Tuesday

Afternoon

A kid was passing with a helium balloon

I was on the way to HMV

You were coming out

Checking your latest record sales

It was the first album from your band

And you simply walked by

Just passing me

With your headphones on

Smiling gallantly

I couldn’t have been wrong

It didn’t take me long

To realise

It was you that I'd seen before

On YouTube

and Tumblr

Must be so strange to have people know who you are

Before you’ve even met them

So I took a chance

Turned around

Took a few steps

And tapped you on the shoulder

And asked

“Erm excuse me but are you Matty Healy?”

To which you replied

“Yes, yes I am.”

And then I asked

“Why are you here?”

To which you looked puzzled

“What do you mean?” he replied

I wasn’t asking about existentialism

But I know you like those sorts of things

“On Oxford Street?” I replied

You were there for something to do with your band practicing nearby

Or so you said

Then I asked for a picture

And then you asked for one of me

I said “one of me? Sure I guess!”

And then you were added to my collection of selfies

And I was added to your collection of Polaroids

And then we went our separate ways

Both going in different directions

I went to join the queue for Marina and the Diamonds gig

At HMV Oxford Street

And you disappeared into the sea of people

Such a shame I never asked for your number

Would have liked to have stayed in touch

A friendship would have been lovely

I saw you a week later

Outside Charli XCX in Shepherd's Bush

This was back in 2015

You were passing the queue

So high you could barely walk

I thought you needed somebody

So I ran to you

Then other's followed

We were surrounded

I kept guard

We had another selfie

But I don’t know if you remembered me

Your hair in my face

So soft

You were just my type

Then suddenly you were alone

And you simply

Disappeared

And we have yet to cross paths in person

You’re too famous now

I would have loved to have been friends

I found an old profile of your's on Facebook

It looked legit

I sent a message but had no reply

It hasn’t been updated since 2014

I still think fondly of the fact

There is a Polaroid of me

In your collection

So Warholian

Of you

To take a picture

Of someone who wants a photograph with you

But deep down

I’m still madly in love with you

Ever since I saw your band's videos

On Tumblr a year or two before

I met you in person

I’m kind of lucky in that way

I met Marina too that day

Sometimes I go back to Oxford Street

When I visit London

And wonder

Who am I going to meet today?

And I always hope

It's you again