all of us in the same room
again.
i’ve missed the friendly
bickering,
all those passionate
arguments.
i’m not even sure why we
broke up –
something about choices, i
think
who was sleeping with whom,
and the reasons why.
perhaps we were too
inseparable,
it wasn’t just meals we
shared
or workplace, or classes, or
holidays.
it wasn’t how we protected
each others’ secrets.
there was never any jealousy
among us,
and we held all things in
common.
then again, maybe it’s a bad
idea after all,
fueled by nostalgia or
loneliness.
perhaps we’re better off
now,
having sloughed off the
impetuousness of youth,
having lived through our
many poor decisions,
and
having forgotten the taste of them.
