and i placidly accept the fact that
none of us is sure of what this
game is all about
i crossed your name off in my mind
and sketched you on my skin
tracing lines down that distant wall
the lights grow dim
and we all know
its time for him to sing.
plucks out a tentative string of notes
whistles a melody
riddled with shakiness,
assure you i wish i could,
regretting that drink i should
have bought you.
i imagine scotch-soaked montages
we'd share.
instead i sway and sip my beer
and breathe in the musky air.
those nights.
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