their effusive goodbyes

The cloud of smoke hovering, silently. Words dissolve in the musty air, slurred and sloppy but full of meaning as we finally say the things we’ve been thinking all night, afraid for no reason to express ourselves beyond the songs we’ve so thoughtfully chosen, words projected into the crowd reaching no one except when the audience included someone, anyone who wanted to believe the words were sang especially for them, the lonely began to wander home alone, the secret lovers said their effusive goodbyes, friends declared drunk love with over zealous hugs, kisses, arms around shoulders, pats on the back and lusty ass grabs.

David Cain, Song of Songs

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