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Kind Eyes
A poem, day 18/30
I was leaving for England on Monday morning. I had been in San Francisco for a couple of months and though I would be back, I was to pack up my belongings because I had no idea how long I would be in London for.
I had been at the San Francisco office for just over a month when I was called back for a deal in London.
Out for drinks in the Mission the week prior I randomly, and unexpectedly, met somebody at the bar. Let’s call him Ben.
We ended up smoking outside and talking until the bar closed and I got into a taxi to go home.
Next thing you know he is in the taxi smiling at me. It’s all good, he can come home with me. Unusual for me, but then unusual is something that happens out of the ordinary.
The following weekend I hopped on a plane to go and spend the weekend with him
It was a torrid time of love and lust! Later that day after I left him to fly back to San Francisco I was packing to fly to England early the next morning.
He was so excited he bought a ticket to come and visit. In the meantime we emailed and talked on the phone, it was 2001 after all and text was not a means of communication then!
To cut a longer story short, the London trip was not a success. Soon after he left we parted…
