Recalling a Stranger

I remember that his eyes were green,
Though I don’t remember the exact shade;

Were they dark and murky?
Or light and fresh, like spring grass?

And I remember that we talked all night
But I can’t remember the sound of his voice.

Was it cool, confident, calm?
Or full of life, and the promise of something more?

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