our bar, our place
in gathering.
our table,
our stools, our home
away
from home,
and then it wasn't
anymore.
we'd grown.
how many years
did we indulge ourselves
in drink and food,
flirtations?
rarely did
love came to us
when we
danced across the floor,
but we'd sing the night
away until
closing time.
it's a distant
memory now, the old
saloon. but
we remember it well
as we walk
the dog,
take the child to school.
cut the lawn,
paint
the walls and ceiling
in the basement
room.
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