Poet

Are you a poet, he asked

I suppose I am, of sorts

Sheepishly

Tell me your name, you look familiar

I do and he says I knew it I remember now

I know you

You do?! 

To say I was surprised is an understatement 

But as the evening wore on 

That is what everyone tells each other

A kind of false flattery

No one means any of it

I leave the function early and go home 

To my real life, my real love

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