A poem for the woman who reluctantly moved out of my seat on a (not uncrowded) train from Manchester to London.

I'm sorry
about all that with the seat.
I could have moved somewhere else
but I've done that before,
out of politeness,
and it's ended badly.

Also,
I did book that seat;
specifically requesting
to be facing
forwards
and to have a table
(with power socket).

Not that I wanted those things
that badly back then.
Or now, for that matter
as I have forgotten
to bring my laptop.