Together we drank and sang

into the night; we were true

to ourselves and each other.

Today, even the half-hearted

are cut down by the heartless.

What chance did our song have?

Tonight in the distance, 

I hear a solitary flute player.  

I think of you, and weep.

(June 17, 2022)

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