She Asked Me For A Cigarette The Night Before A Date We Never Had Poem by Wes Thompson
She Asked Me For A Cigarette The Night Before A Date We Never Had
I followed her through the crowd
it was lovely and confusing
watching as she disappeared
and reappeared
in the waves of faces
and figures
all rendered useless
in her presence
and I smiled every time
she was swallowed and
regurgitated by the silent ballet
of meaningless movements
like a pretty flower
reclaimed at high tide
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