we leave the bar
at about a quarter to two
(he must have stayed in tonight)
no sense in stayin
for last call

we stumble down the sidewalk
laughing at stories
only they will not seem as funny
when i tell them tomorrow

we finally part ways
i go right, you, left
ten minutes is an hour
when you are drunk

this is a memory,
mostly meaningless to some
but it was one of those nights
where summer was creeping up on us

05/24/2004