I remember trading our sad stories
Letting the haze of our nights pull the darkness from us
As we wondered out loud if our families really loved us
If there was something fundamentally wrong with us
We were born so broken that we cut everyone in our orbits
Earning their ire
Earning their distrust
Earning this pain
We shared memories and mistakes
A sacred intimacy of survivors
A saga of all the broken people we knew
We gave each other all these pieces but never anything more
All our midnight talks were more holy than any sloppy kiss
Maybe it could have been more, maybe our ships were made to dock and not just pass in the night
But moments have passed, and the friendship lingers
Even if the magic is gone
We linger