We laughed our way through life
Heads thrown back, mouths open
This was not about balance
You gave me Home and Proud and Safe.
Fierce and Brazen
Would you recognize me now? Would we compare weak knees and battlescars? Or Thigh slapping jokes and Tall tales of our conquests with a glint in the eyes and that old familiar smirk?
Beloved trickster, I fear the next I see of you will be an obituary
And so I look for you in lovers and strangers, in bus stations, around corners and at the bottom of coffee cups in lonely cafes
I find you inside dirty jokes and belly laughs and the curled smoke of a strangers cigarette
I find you in worn flannel shirts and the delicate grooves of vinyl records
In the earthy smell of autumn and the pockets of old trenchcoats
The scattered detritus of a life forgotten and
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