We were acquainted.
Briefly.
He liked to smile, I think.

He proffered a guitar
like it was a new toy:
“Have a go?”

I didn’t.
(Should have practiced
those fucking scales.)

So we went out
for Vietnamese
and smiles.

Fascination moves
pretty things
if we can sparkle.

He liked to smile,
I think,
like it was a new toy.