Tiny Story of a Midnight Encounter
2 min readMar 13, 2024
It was New Year’s Eve
In New York City,
I saw you at the party
Across the room,
And you looked so pretty.
We had never met before,
But had friends in common,
As you came through the door,
Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. Dreamer. “We are lost souls trying to find the light, and when we do, we dance with shadows.”