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Of Sunsets and Such

I cannot recall how many times we laughed,
Days and nights of smiles and stories,
Punctuated by hours of profound discourse,
Of the universe stars and such.
My mirror tells me now of the miles,
Of mountains touching the sky,
Of comrades no longer risen.
Of tail lights fading into the void of a summer night.
People say the past is no more,
A vanquished place from a vanquished time.
I posit that old laughter yet remains,
Those heady moments yet mark me.
From a hotel just last night,
The purple sky melted away.
And for one fleeting moment.
We laughed yet again.

Patrick
8/5/16