stranger night

When I meet him,
At a party-
I’ll find him strewn across the floor in the back
Left behind by his friends-
They didn’t think he’d need them.

And I’ll sit next to him,
Hand him a bottle of water,
He won’t be able to drink it yet-
He’ll reach for my hand,
Hold it close to him

And here is when
I think I’ll know
(for a woman loves to be needed)
Never to leave this stranger’s side;
Never to leave a stranger’s side

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