Shared by a few (a poem)

I miss you, darling.

And the smell of mascara 

mixed with that of stale beer and sweat 

in a dressing room in the early morning. 

When complete strangers have become friends for life 

for one glorious night. 

And give eachother a final hug 

before they put on their shades and go out. 

Into the dawn of a new day. 

With a grin and the memory of a secret, 

only shared by a few.

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And here the same piece in my voice,

with a picture and music. 

Real Gone by Sam Taylor & His all time Jazz:

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