We settle at a setting we know
Similar seats and tables,
(They never changed it)
Same street
Another restaurant there
A supermarket replaced the toy store
My old bus stop is gone
It’s a microcosm of what will soon be apparent
Choosing from a somewhat recognisable menu
Nothing new of note
Or at least I lack interest in any
Old classics are fine with me
We talk at the wrong moment
Give account of the current
Gradually becoming aware
We’re trying to make conversation with people who were never here
Who were never going to attend
We don’t fit into each others puzzle pieces
Not like before
The pieces changed and the whole picture is different
There’s no tether available from before.
Let go and try again
We find recognisable seats
Ones we spent the cold and heat at
The place wasn’t sold while we were gone
Same old street.
There’s no crime in it
The unfamiliar
Or we’d both be guilty
No need to narrow ourselves to the formerly
Additional narratives and names to get engaged in
New things to note
A new venue to begin again
Even if in vain
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