Happy hour

A home to your past joys
sits there waiting to be remembered
reach out and touch it
let it slide its sensations over you
in its beautiful embrace.

I'm a forced laugh
nothing more then a courteous smile
a drivel of cliche
sincere and endearing
well meaning
you and I, are we?
somebody to lean on
share our weight
rest our shoulders

Go home
go to your place
if only for awhile
let it hold you
in its better times
set your eyes to the 'when it was'
hear the pure laughs to
the lame jokes uttered
feel the bounce in your step
your growing dreams

Violent electronic screaming
rips you from your pseudo warmth
blink
blink until the blur is cleared
reality setting in
hit the snooze and rush to return
bury and wrap yourself
just a little more
please, just another taste
before the day takes me
No use, the day will have you
roll over and stand before it.