43.6°, 7.2°

Tucked away in the mountains
Distant noises from the city I hear
An unusual friendship rekindles
My thoughts are paused in the midst of the casual kisses and joyous hugs I bare
It’s a new year
I listen in on conversations around me
I read their body language-all those words between the lines
Small talks over coffee, or beer
We pick our poisons like we pick our fears
Blue hour
A hazy hour
You’re a memory now
Nothing more than an enigmatic encounter

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