Silence tips her water glass, parched lips tremble as
slight fingers trace the lonesome rim.
Poignant green stare sifts through thirty feet
of unlabeled bottles, coasters, and smoldering butts;
... an empty table chattered with tipsy talk
of shared history and personal identities ...
~A soft walk with tender rhythm approaches~
Ears perk as eyes peep with confidence,
skin tingles from gentle rush and whisper upon the breeze-
"Come Samantha, join me for some allusive laughs and a drink."
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