Nothing is brittle between us, as far as I’m concerned. Do you feel the same?

Do you feel, too, that the only side effect of our simple-growing friendship is a lack of memories, both the better and the worse?

We are either here nor there. Right?

If I am very lucky,

If all of us are lucky,

All three of you will carry my bones.

But it will be your shoulder on which I ride into the ground,

That lowers me steady into the earth.

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