he’d led them into the bustling foyer—
both just inaudible to each other
beneath the sound of every conversation
unfolding all at once, endings unheard.
and as they settled into their seats,
drinking in the dimmed house lights,
they enjoyed the gentle intoxication
of the nighttime’s boundlessness
and his misted eyes dodged the curtain
that was lifting on sober reality.
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