Annual reunion

Two old men friends see each other annually for a drink or three

Occasional old
Fast talking friends
Eat greasy
Fast food
And drink on
Good fine wine
Like spirits
That will
Never die
Not ever

The clock ticks
Midnight
Then one
The hallway
Has ghosts of yesterday
But they know
It’s all temporary
And
Prefer not to
Think about all that

Pouring
And laughing
Is better than crying
And being alone
There
They sleep
In
Embers of smoke
And wake
To the sound
Of their
Frightening
Loud heartbeat

Warning them
It’s day
Wake up
You stupid
Old Men
Day has come

Make a mark
On the world

All they can do
Is ring their
Worried wives
Who thought they
Demised in the night

So coffee looks good
Just like it always did

It ran like fire through their
Bones
Ate into their
Souls

Till the day
Looked better
Than that glass
Staining red on
White rug
From last nights
Reunion
Of two friends
That meet
Every year

It could be our last mate
As he said goodbye
What rubbish
I’ll see you
Same time next year
As he waved
To his friend
Turning and whistled
An old tune
Of familiar good cheer