a poem for a stranger

It was just past two in the morning
when we first met.
You seemed drunk
and smelled of cigarette smoke![superthumb (13).jpg]
and cologne that I did not recognize,
your mind seemed hazed
and your gaze was distant

Yet your eyes came alive
as you spoke of literature
and your words drowned out the stars
when you spoke of writing.

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