Bri Edwards Passion Poems

As I sat at a restaurant’s table to dine ALONE,
a curious figure approached me, looking a bit like “skin and bone”.
She was not old; she was not young. She asked “Sir, may I join you? ”
In my long life I’d experienced much, but this, to me, was something NEW!
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They’d met that night in a Manhattan hotel dining room.
He: an “older” man. She: “forty-something”, skinny as a broom.
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