I stumbled across you, in a room full of masks, the walls crawling, with pretentious pictures, of forests and feet, and you laughed, when i said, id seen better art, on the scrawling wall, of a toilet stall.
I saw you again, in a rush of people, a surging wave, of urgency, and loneliness. you didn’t look my way,
it wasn’t long, until i saw you again, at a bar with a friend, and i watched you, and when you saw me, you smiled cause you knew,
you knew, that id thought about you. when i smoked, when i ate, and i drank. you smiled, because you yourself, had spent nights, spinning, yarn, enough for a jumper, to hold us both.