Aleksander

I fell in love with a stranger in a bathroom line.

It’s stupid if you think about it;

I didn’t at the time.

Instead, I memorized the way he smiled

to the horn-rimmed hipster by his side,

who offered meek first date grins and sharp-witted replies.

I lost my mind in his mahogany mane,

tinged with crimson; tied, but never tame.

And in my head,

in the empty space that remained,

he became “Aleksander” because I never asked his name.

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