Pints with a friend when she marched on over, completely sober, did a double take
Full of compliments but still a world of trouble
Took each compliment in kind, listened rather inquisitively while she scoured my back catalogue of poetry
Who was I to speak, although something of a fan she still seemed to refer to me as a literary freak, a little odd?
A lovely girl if a little lost
Bubbly to the last with remnants of a life lived less ordinary
I guess time will tell for the pair of us, time to sit back, wait and see