To Sam in lieu of a brief cont.

I am plagued by an indescribable sense of loss
Your faces confined to memory
Where are you now?
Have you forgotten us?

Warren, do you remember days gone by
You’d stop past us with an easy smile
We wait breath bated to see you again
Brief in hand – and a short work potent while
To make things pretty
On Carnival City

Sam, I’ve struck out on Lucky Strike
But I just might have a Super Light
With your name on it
Maybe you can come down
In a little bit?


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