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.