I've been trying to write about you
for three years,
but the only words I've been able to muster are
I'm sorry. 

Dear Stranger at the Bus Stop Who's Name I Think Might Be Nick,

Dear Stranger at the Bus Stop Who's Name I Think Might Be Nick,

Thank you for sarcastic comments, witty remarks, awkward laughter,
questions, answers, handshakes, and listening
while I rambled about a book of short stories that doesn't make any sense.

You will probably never know it, but you were exactly what I needed today.

And I may never see you again;
Or perhaps you will pass by
and we will not recognize each other
because our interaction was so brief.

But you made today better.

Which is why I am writing
to tell you
thank you.

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I can't post the words to my slam poem on here.Slam doesn't work like that.
I must slam it for you.