100 Words – Old Bar

I went to meet you at the old bar. I got stuck under a street lamp, watching the neon pulse down the alley. Then I saw you in the window drinking Rolling Rock and laughing. Then I was there with you only you were young and I was old. I wanted to kiss you, but you wanted to go see the band. They were wild, hiding fear behind noise. You were right. They don't yet see the glory they will obtain. We danced and I became young and awkward again. Watching you glow and move. I wanted to touch you.

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