i choose to drink alone…
‘reality settles in’
young, in love
inseparable at the bar
finishing each other’s sentences
sipping each other’s drinks
perfect, so profound
i’d like to see them in 10 years
silent static between them
recalling how once
they denied separation of skin
how once they rang in new morns
now together they cry check, please
after the first round.
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