To The Man At The Bar

From across the bar you grin
Gin on my mouth, I smile,
For a while we exhaust
A lost idea of completeness;
Less talking, please
Seize the emptiness
Of fading youth,
Ruthlessly melting
From our lips.
Slip into something less comfortable
Than the lie you wore out
Before it’s time;
I’d wear mine
If you’d ever notice the difference.

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