she said Hello,
one day, even though I wasn't one of her tables
she left a note with the check
recommending Kung Pao (and her phone number)
she ran after me when I forgot my newspaper
(I didn't forget)
she blushed
she left her scarf in my car
then her bookbag at my house
then her purse in my locker
things accumulated
gradually
until she was all things
everywhere
a late night snow
starts as flurries
sharp little ornaments dancing in street lights
and ends in the morning
with a thick white blanket
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