I’m amidst a birthday conversation,
with six people talking at the same time,
words leapfrog through the living filled with smoke,
exploding in laughter. I lost track somewhere
between the price of fuel and the weather.
Then, out of the blue and cigaret fumes
you enter. So we are back together,
miles apart. Your eyes hardly remember.
Photos are taken, the flashlight X-rays
prove I’m with strangers now. I should have known.