I felt him
not knowing
I didn’t know
what to think
the pull was
severe
aimless and
untoward
he bought
a round
for the bar
fine spirits
evening moved
to early hours
deliberately
slowly
by its end
you had me
tucked in
locked
your coat
was fine fibered
shoulders
broad in its cut
no promise
no articulation
sought
tendered
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