Sitting next to each other
talking like people do
when they go out to bars
cigarette smoke
loud voices
formerly beautiful bartenders
drunken broken hearted
people singing
along to melodies
familiar but butchered
in late night hours
ruined by life
living all the same
parking lots semi filled
a mortuary sits nearby
the dead
lay as aged as top shelf
whiskey on gurneys
human sized
popsicle trays
soft long hair
i touch it
like silk
i think to myself
its the first time
we ve done this
i wanted you close
i wanted you closer
we kept buying
drinks for each other
we both had
to get up early
the next morning
we said to each other
get close
get closer
we left
and found ourselves
in the same place
once more
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