I was invited once,
To the strangest event.
On the last day of the year,
One with a long painful end.
A long time friend,
Told me of his gathering,
With more high school mates.
I can join them, he said.
We made mayonnaise
And canapés
In small hand-crafted plates.
All four happy to be single,
As I was once again,
With gellow shots and music
In a small appartement.
We had all we needed
To burn the past away.
Writen on small
pieces of parchment
Collected on a metal bucket
Light up with a wooden match
And ashed slow under our watch.
It was weird.
It was healing.
As a Fenix brought within
A room of nurturing,
Absolutely bewitching.
I haven't had the chance,
To see them together since.
Thank you David.
By lending me your friends,
You have made more for me
Than all of mine tried.
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