Sunday Night @ The Pub

Suddenly, a violin. A clap.

A sound distinct and familiar.

A smile, and the air is struck with current and memory.

I feel joyous, as if I’ve relocated a lost thing I’ve forgotten about.

A change in beat, and I can almost taste

The sweetness of something. Something.

A night, the night is alive, as I am once more.

A current, a jolt.

That brought me here once more.

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