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.