Over margaritas
he watches her grow up.

She sheds her winter coat
and orders her drink
without hesitation.

On the rocks.
Salted glass.

Talk passes time

Smiles are for charming.

She drains her glass neatly.
Licks the salt from the rim.

Leaves him with
a blown goodbye kiss

through a window traced
in the latticework of frost.




This is way starker than my usual writing style... But i went out for drinks after work with a very old friend who made a comment along the lines of me "finally being able to deal with being grown up." Valid. The whole incident inspired this.

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