Over a cup of coffee (Writing Prompt: Making Conversation)

Those troubled lawyers talking to their clients in the corner

At the bar, tired truckers downing pints of liquor

And Alfredo, like always, painted a smile on his face

When he saw us coming in through that door

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The place hasn’t changed

The numbers have waned but

I still like it,

Feels like we’re at home.

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Alfredo! Two beers?

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No. Coffee for me.

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Then coffee for me too.

How old is Alfredo?

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60, maybe.

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And how old is his son?

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How’d I know?

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Figured he’d lend a hand to his old man.

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Speaking of, how’s Gina?

College, University, a job?

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She’s a florist downtown;

Part-time, sure, but I’m proud

that she’s moved out

and away from me

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Well, my little angel’s turning sixteen this august

Those devils grow up so fast

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Remember that one time

we got drunk on the beer you stole

I pissed on your dad’s automobile

and slashed three of the wheels

at sixteen.

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We were crazy back then

crazy enough to cross the river of dreams

and never come back again.

Crazy enough to live at the bottom of the ocean

and crazier still to fly so close to the sun.

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But I love the crazy in you

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And I do too,

but I don’t like the crazy in me.

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Who does?

We just dust it off.

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But it was fun while it lasted

It was volatile, fast, and you held my hand

through it all.

So how’d -

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We were young, passionate, honestly,

I’d have rather been with you,

I was in the wrong place,

You in the wrong time.

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How did you-

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I was chasing day,

and you were chasing the night.

I'm not saying there wouldn’t be fights

Heck! There’d be too many but,

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But?

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I loved you.

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How? How did you find me?

I didn’t.

You did.

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1. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/e3p4he/time_doesnt_heal_all_wounds/
2. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/e3tp2q/miami/