Day 273: Memory

Who was she really

The girl, sat there with her beautiful smile

With her margarita that she had craved all day

The girl in all black,

With her Sephora lipstick

The girl in an unknown city

Making new friends as she went along

I remember her by the canal

Drinking French wine from the bottle

And a baguette from a boy she’d just met

I remember her face once she realised she liked him

I remember her her laugh throughout the night

But the one thing I don’t remember is who she was.

Thank you for reading.

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