Jenn & Brendan met us at the bar
it was a weeknight
I meant to tell them I appreciated the sacrifice
of the next morning
I don’t know if I ever did
though I’m sure I had the chance
in between talks of home, houses, art, & good food
I’m sure I must’ve told them I loved them
but I just don’t know
Jenn looked great
she could always rock an outfit
even if it was right from work
like a humbled Clark Kent
sitting cross-legged at the bar
She’s keeping busy
but kept the conversation light
smiling & smoking & talking about quitting
like she always does
Brendan looked like he rolled out of bed
& into my closet
it was the weirdest goddamn thing
but no one questioned
two bearded men
in plaid short sleeves & flatcaps
embracing by the bar
I miss those two
like America misses it’s own myth
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