Exposure to enclosure.

So many different faces,
So many different places.
Their smells fading together.
Smoke, alcohol, and leather.
I stare at the only familiar face in the room
Knowing it'll all end too soon.
His eyes are penetrating the wall.
Even as the shadow moves down the hall.
I am completely exposed, but while I'm with him I feel completely enclosed.

Author's Note

My first kinda/sorta rhyming poem.