Empty Glasses Full Memories
We were talking and sharing drinks
Until the night pushed us to our brinks
Not enough energy left to muster chatter
Our words diminished to verbal clatter
The rising sun decides the first who blinks
Copyright © Christopher Delegans | Year Posted 2024
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