He stumbled in,
as if drunk.
He looked at me
and smiled.
I turned my face into
unapproachable stone.

But he altered his course anyway
and walked right past me:
long hair swinging,
smiled sickening.
I pulled out a notebook
as he walked past.

I began writing
"He stumbled in,
as if drunk."

I had thought he was gone.

But when I wrote the
8th line,
he returned.