(day)dream

by Nathan Thorell

The piano bar was alive with all five patrons. We drank our whiskey and scotches as you accompanied on vocals. You instantly reminded us of daughters and granddaughters that we could hardly recall. We took another sip while trying to stare into your eyes until we saw her. You gave us a happy thought we hadn't had in years. We went home, alone and shattered.

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Nathan Thorell lives, writes, and makes cheesecake in Fargo, ND.