I love the number 2 because
2 people means no remainder.
bus seats, store sales, coffee deals,
are made for two.
3? Well, it's uneven.
and 1 will always have
the anxiety
of feeling alone and forgotten.
the burden
of carrying a forced smile
and sometimes faking a laugh
to things you dont understand
because you'd think that if you do
you would feel less left behind.
but when it fails and a laugh seems
too rehearsed,
the three seconds of silence
before they turn to one another
makes you think that they know
and dont care.
makes you think you're an extra piece
without a spot in the puzzle.
it's wasnt always like this.
I used to think that nothing
could be complete
if it wasn't us three.
but lately when I'm with you two
a part of me wanders off to think about
what you're thinking;
if I should memorize the words
to that song you're both always singing;
and what I can change about myself
so that you won't leave me.
And then, the three of us together
becomes two and a half.