We are doing what we always do
finding ways to pass the time by being together
there's a fire at my feet
a human on either side of me
I'm sad but also not
This moment seems to hug the sides of that sadness
and push it inward
containing it like a package
Or a bomb.
We sing
and smoke
and talk of how important we are to each other
you say you would lose a part of you if i died
I find it hard to believe
I don't mention this
I wonder if the people around me are actually happy
I hope they are.