Two Days in Brighton

This is about an old friend I caught up with recently after about twelve years, it's short but it pretty much sums up our meeting.

Darryl sits alone

in a rotting flat

mixing red wine

with Frosty Jack

and he's not

the same boy

I went to school with

Author's Note

For non-UK readers, Frosty Jack is a very cheap, very strong alcoholic cider.

Reviews

[_mal]

You've said it all here. Sad how people grow up

[Marie]

Well, of course he wouldn't be the same. But after a few drinks you probably won't care.

[paradoxical]

I really like this. I love a poem that is short but well done.