Kodachrome

Preserve the memories 
They're all that's left you 

The building is a hundred years of farmers markets and railway storage in the bricks; in the slow songs the high beams hum with the hush of the crowds. After the show the line to tell your story is hours long, it wraps around the coat check and the exit into the next bar. We just got married today and we wanted to come. They sing along to every song and you have perpetual tears in the corners of your eyes, just waiting for the final straw when you can no longer hold it in. The bass player yells her joy madly in the green room after. The singer has another beer and says I am happy. You crawl into your cot and realize it may be the last time. Vow to sleep the perfect sleep but your blood is on fire and you think you may never be tired again. Lie staring into the darkness.

Lie wanting for nothing.