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Steadfast, her stare

Silent through the glass

That awkward whisper

I thought

I remember her

Still a stranger

She sat

Balanced

On the bar stool

Still lecturing warm liquor

She only ordered

To purpose her

Being here

I volunteered myself

Of course

Accounting for how unmoved

The ice cubes in her drink were

She had this story

And you knew she was sober

From the way she talked about the lakeshore

I remember

She said the waves were her best friends

And she talked about her parents

I remember

She had my father’s eyes

And my mother’s jawline

Having forgot long walks to the bar

Too young to care for my brother

And how

Bar seats carried this family

Author's Note

Any thoughts are always appreciated!