weathered by life.
The sea salted air
permeates the night.
Music too familiar to
bar goers played from a band
grinding out creation
on the most barren level.
We chit chat about this
and that. Passing time,
much like our lives
with a certain fondness
and a certain sadness
at a youth gone by.
If only we knew then,
if only we knew.
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