Late Night Pizza

We stopped in the middle of the night
talking behind some
rundown late-night pizza joint.
We thought we were in a city but
here the parking lot was dust.

With the looming facilities of something
deemed to be state-of-the-art beyond
we talked about past.
Thinking that things that
“happened when I was…”
or
“That was a long time ago.”
mattered more
like they should weigh more on some
metaphorical scale.

Everything to us
a foregone conclusion
the both of us
politely went through motions
with the side benefit of
discovering more
realizing that with every passing word
we had made
(were making)
the right choice.

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