and order a club soda,
with
lime.
it's my seat, my
place
at the bar where i used
to imbibe
on martinis.
clear
hard drinks,
with an olive on
the side.
the lights would
be low,
the music
soft
and sublime.
then a stranger would
appear,
someone searching,
like me,
someone i'd meet
for the first
and last time.
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