With the sky in its might
One venti of hot chocolate
To lighten up a bit
One short of brewed coffee
For dear no sweetie
Sip by sip before it gets cold
Slowly then are tales are told
Confessions by the table
And secrets to squabble
From the dirty to the bizarre
And anything who we are
Looking then to those passing by
A 'Ya, a 'Yash or just a guy
Assessing with our tomatometer
Yet ended something bitter
Delusions and experience
To help or just plain nonsense
Recollections of what were longed
And regrets of what we wronged
Alas! The night slipped away
Now we must be on our way
Thankful for another great talk
Hoping again for another walk
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