He was there, alone, plaid embraced.
Watch face big enough to read without glasses.
Drinking his mediocre beer, working on this that and what have you.
The pepper in his beard giving him enough character to call charming.
Positioned at five o clock, resting in his solitary status.
Big brother over my shoulder, finding comfort in the presence of a stranger…
Thanks to the illuminated, romantic ideas of who he might be and why.
I was side tracked by the status of a woman pouring strong drinks….
And he was gone.
An emptiness lurked around the abandoned table and for a moment, I was sad.
Until the next wave of intrigue blew
And you appeared.
The Words Between Your Limbs
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