Just You. Just me.
The dining room is empty.
Just you.
Just me.
More than enough.
Just you. Just me.
Even in the midst of crowds.
About this poem.
The woman I love and I had dinner with a couple hundred perfect strangers last night.
Tom
Just You. Just me.
The dining room is empty.
Just you.
Just me.
More than enough.
Just you. Just me.
Even in the midst of crowds.
About this poem.
The woman I love and I had dinner with a couple hundred perfect strangers last night.
Tom