Chitchat

Being here brings back memories
Of a young man I sat beside
In Monday morning lecture halls
And stole away to dark corners
At the call of the school bell –

Yes, he allowed me to run off
With him, steal him away
From the crowd
Preoccupied with talking
Weekend plans and marks on exams
(Perhaps he liked the mystery)

We’d sit in stairwells
Or in the basement of old buildings
And talk -- talk
About everything and anything
Only to know that when we
Said goodbye, I’d come back
Next Monday
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