Online, message sent.
Nothing to lose, I replied.
Feisty I am, you said.
looking at the time, it was midnight.
A day later. Coffee.
A conversation paired with cigarettes.
Things looked bright it seems,
Day ended with a smile on my face.
Night Came, Kia Sorento; Went inside.
Bearded fellow; driving, puffing a joint.
Getting high , getting high.
I really dont see the point.
Weeks later. a bottle of beer,
Karaoke, Bamboo walls.
A foreign hand atop mine. Chills.
Then... The First kiss.
520 days passed..
You left.
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