We refused to sit until they brought us our own table. I ended up sitting next to you something I hadn't done in a while. But we both gave a smile, with a friendly-stranger hello.
There's a picture of all of us. I am tilted face down, but not from sadness this time. We all had on different faces I hope that photo never erases.
Because we took the world and made sure to stand until they brought us our own table.
One of the many super old poems I found in my old notebook.