Saturday, April 9

You crashed my party …uninvited
A philanderer?
A knave?
Apprehensive
But unafraid.

It was my birthday
You did not know
Absent-minded?
Not in the know?

A few friends. Not a real party.
Nothing indeed to write home about.

And I watched as you made the night shine stars.
Made metaphors
Magnificent.

Yet I did not thank you as I left your house
The next morning.
You were, after all…
Uninvited.

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