The Failed Poet’s Date

Her eyes were blue, her face blushing framed by long brown and untidy hair. They had not spoken much except disjointed non sequiturs all evening. He took her hand and kissed it gently, there on the doorstep of her parents’ home.

“You will be important one day”

“I will be as I am now, a failed poet.”

With that he turned and left her standing there.

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