A stranger named Doug

October 26, 2012
By olive94 GOLD, Hanover, Maryland
olive94 GOLD, Hanover, Maryland
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I’m not
your type.
You’re too
to acknowledge my existence.
We’re not friends.
We walk past each other,
not a smile shared,
not a hand waved,
not a head nodded.
I see in the gazes
that rest in my direction
that you can’t forget the night
I saved your life,
The night you said you were
in love with me,
though we’d only just met;
The night you asked me to be your girlfriend,
and tucked me in your
Thursday night cotton-shirted whiskey embrace
and told me how beautiful I was
in your slurred dialect.

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