I picture this
washing over you
like a cool fog,
clouding your mind,
capturing your focus.
Day to day
into more real
than memory,
and I see your eyes
glazed with the idea
that this is it.
But every once in awhile,
enough alcohol
or sadness
or boredom
clears the haze
and you can see me again,
there in the chair,
taking your picture.
And I laugh with you
til morning,
covering your tears
with smiles.


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