Three’s Company

Remember when we liked each other,
and ourselves,
and the skeletons in our closets were
puppeteered by punchlines
so that nervous laughter became code for
"you're just as fucked as me."

Remember cold hands, warm faces and the sweeping sound of a thesaurus
ushering us through another game of scrabble
or another crate of warm beer
chin chin my friends
when these drinks are done
this will all be just an imprint on our hive mind

Remember what we found here,
fumbling through the selfishness of growing up
trying to erase a permanence of emotion
with warped and nostalgic glasses...

...but for a while the world stood still for us
when all we had was each other
and three was company and three was a crowd.

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