we drank all the wine.
we opened
the windows to let the air
in.
someone spoke
of the moon in the sky.
someone recited a poem
about it.
we fell into our chairs
and sighed.
someone sat at the piano
and played.
no one felt like dancing.
we were older now,
older than we'd ever
hoped to be
with more days
behind us than in front,
but still alive.
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