Dylan Who
we'd drink something that'd give good boot
something strong
he'd tell me about Dylan T
the boathouse
the scenery
how he'd party with the worst of them
show 'em how it's done
and maybe
somewhere between
the laughs and the re-fills
it would spiral downward
to past loves
ideals
the occasional awkward stare
and silence
Then we'd part ways
fluff-brained
wobbly
and forget what we'd learned
about each other by the morning.
Copyright © Violet Darling | Year Posted 2013
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