Wax of a candle light
Gathers at the table now
Dinner has gone cold
Waiter brings liquor
I sit next to people
Smelling booze and perfume
Expecting to hear
Your unsteady feet
After your bossy tone
On my phone
Your head on my shoulders
Reeks of an familiar perfume
My roommate recites a poem
About your long hairs
And brown eyes
You probably him
She says
I nod
Wondering
Do I know you?
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