Days of our Lives

Days of our Lives
Cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air,the perfume of cheap deodorant invades
Perched on bar stools across the land leading testosterone parades.
Weekend illusions the best days of our lives,intoxicating memories till Monday morn arrives
Furtive glances in darkened halls, under sweater fumbles, Dutch courage dissipates and ultimately it crumbles.
Doorways lit by broken neon,letters glow then die
Days merge into years as the art of living passed us by.
Faded golden bands worn on fingers cold and weathered
Love recorded in sepia images,vows we never severed  

Matt Earl 2019