One Day Soon

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I want to stand at a bar again and ask you what you fancy,
To weave my slow way back to you trying not to spill a drop,
Inevitably fail when I put the glass down in front of you,
And settle in for a conversation as long as a medium-haul flight.

I want to go over our old ground for what must be the hundredth time,
To overlay my memories with yours and see what…