It was hazy and we had to go home.
There were me and there was you, an empty seat to my right and left.
Cold night befriending cold beer. There were me and there was you, a stranger. A comforting stranger where spelling out familiar names, I don’t know why I had choose to forget you.
Because I was too preoccupied remembering the little details of the stranger over the corridor. Yes, now I remember why.