As he walked away,
Excuse me?
Could we get some malt vinegar?
I asked him to ask.
It wasn’t the same.
I shook it on mediocre fish and chips.
A few fries, a few bites.
Conversation.
Time passes.
The fries grow cold and stale,
and as I put one in my mouth,
hoping to savor the moment,
one more time,
I realize
an era
has passed.