It doesn’t matter

It was a Friday night,

It had been a tough week.

One who we loved had left us,

One could have turned to silence.

But there was still delight,

But there was plenty of wine.

Friends and family gathered,

Friends and family drunk.

Memories of joy were shared,

Memories lead to others and more.

The night drew on, the wine dried up.

The night drew on and the gestures grew.

Before long glasses were broken,

Before long laughter gave way to tears.

None of this mattered when we had each other,

None of this mattered when we considered our loss.

 

 

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