sitting on A stool on a stage Small and creaky aroma of coffee and maybe a cigar and sweet casualty in the air imagine singing your motherβs favorite song to remember her softly then Coming off stage (greeted by your love poking your side so laughably irritating) to sip a now tepid coffee, made by someone who knows your name as you watch a neighbor go sit on the same stool singing a song Of funny nostalgia that tickles the sides of your heart reminding the room of our collective Age with a chuckle and a smirk exchanged and recounting the beautiful memories of lives lived in adjacency to one another that makes up such a quaint Story