Flashbacks

by joetwo

Walking along the street

A busy shopping day

Minding my own business

My eyes catch you in the distance

You look at me

And your eyes widen, face blushes

I think I’m in there

Then the flashbacks hit

Images of a night some weeks previous

And an entirely different meeting

Blurred by far too many beers

And dangerous shots

I still have the details

The dancing, the groping

The midget

The knowledge there are photos in existence

I know not where

I look back

There is an understanding between us

That some things are best left unsaid

Unacknowledged

And we both move on

Filled with the unsettling realisation

That what had happened in the club

May not necessarily stay in the club

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