I think I’m the last one at the bar when I

meet the glance of a sometimes friend from across the room and we

drink to preoccupy our hands and

talk about work to preoccupy our minds and

wonder why it’s always times like these when we make too much noise

as we sip and swallow, sip and swallow.

And until we talk ourselves empty,

it never crosses our minds to ask ourselves why we’re alone in a bar at 4am with a sometimes friend talking about the weather.


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