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Seasoned Confessions
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General It had been over ten years since
I really noticed you.
It was at the Christmas party,
you sang Rudolph
from the table top at The Ybor.
We worked side by side, through
years of paperwork, depositions,
and trials. We talked strategy
and compared notes;
you couldn't know
I was often intoxicated by your
cologne.
Once we worked all night, and
had breakfast at 4 a.m.
Your marriage ended in September.
I went to your office to offer my
condolences.
You smiled.
"Where have you been all my life?"
We drank to lost years.
At last, pinstriped emotions released,
we stood, seasoned lovers,
frightened by our own confessions
