I miss the idea of you

As late night


I dodge beggars

And street vendors

Ignoring drunk calls

From Maccy Ds

And late night openings

The train departs

Missing the me-u-topia

Wool-wrapped welcomed entrapment

Of cigarettes and cultural vignettes

Verbatim debated

Over red wine and fantasy

Most of all

I miss the haze

Of thinking

It was all ‘ok’

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