FACES
You meet someone
and your memory of meeting them is most likely later than the truth of where you met;
but you remember meeting them on a bus,
and then they're drinking whisky in your attic and sitting next to you in the park,
across from you at a diner,
and before you know it you're sharing a bed;
for however brief, they travel in and out of your life,
and when they're with you
it feels like home.
