Half-Remembered, Half-Forgotten
the night is young and warm...
awkward initial niceties
of hazy acquaintances,
guarded cordiality with
half-hearted joviality,
calculated chuckles
for half-remembered jokes
of half-forgotten friends
the night is ripe and good...
boisterous laughter , banter,
recalling this and that, but
once in a while, an uneasy
silence blasts in their midst,
they fidget, look up the ceiling,
clear their throats, smile blankly,
trying to think of what to say next.
and the night is old and cold...
they stare at drowsy coffee mugs,
past whiffs of steam they gaze
with a quiet, knowing grin,
at what they have become,
across a chasm of decades
back to a youthful exuberance
very vaguely remembered.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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