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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