where
the conversation slips into
talk of
doctor appointments.
money.
grandchildren.
aches and pains.
there's talk of ex wives,
ex husbands.
past things that have
added up
and never set down
again.
we are sharing an end
of sorts.
our collective memories
as we sit
by the fire, or in a cafe.
sipping drinks.
wondering
where it all went, those
younger days.
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