Alone Together

On a square in Bologna,

I met a girl from Colorado,

Blonde hair, blue eyes,

Pierced nose,

New true American.

She had a bottle of wine,

Stashed under her table,

And a shy smile,

Gazing at my thanks to the waiter.

We sat through an Ernst Butsch picture,

And I haven’t seen a second of Garbo.

We kept talking and drinking,

And it felt nice not to be alone.

Was she interesting,

Or was I,

It wasn’t important,

While we pretended to like each other.

After the film,

I wanted to buy some liquor,

But everything was closed.

In the street next to the square,

We said goodbye,

She said we should tour Tuscany together,

I said ok.

I never saw her again,

Not sure I wanted to.

But for one night,

She was the closest person in the world to me.

Reviews

[Brittany]

aaaaawwwwwweeeeeeee this is really good yall do anything sexual but it was like a one night stand