I used to come to watch you speak.
Everyday my seat got closer to the front;
enchanted, I would watch your lips make every word.
I found you in the hotel bar one night.
My seat got closer with every drink we shared;
and you would talk about me, and you would talk about you.
I came to watch you speak just once more,
I took the seat closest to the door.
I wonder what you talk about these days.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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