But my heart skipped a beat
When we stepped outside the smoky room
to breathe
Was it the dizzying sound of sudden quiet
Or the halo around your head cast by the street lights
On our way home
That made me promise to see you again
Quickly scribbling cryptic digits on a matchbook cover
Call me, I said, before I forget
Before my eyes see what my heart refuses to see
The brain will fill in the blanks
Later.
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