When were Fritos outlawed?

My metabolism hates all the snacks I once loved.

I enjoy age and wisdom, but often, I trail off to visit those times

When we sat on the couch

Passing pop, mixing drinks, wedging limes,

When music played loud.

I crunched Bugles while humming

The songs of youth thrumming

And friends saying nothing.

But them sitting beside me was a symphony

A cacophony of comfort

A medley in soul-mingling.

Simply sitting, speaking

Opening our hearts to hanging

Casually, aimlessly, minds meandering

And finding the matters that mean everything.


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