shoulder to shoulder

So we sit
Shoulder to shoulder
In a sea of headlights and number plates,
Rehashing old tales
And reminiscing stories.
Giggles and laughs containing more this time around than
the time before.
We make new memories;
Atop kitchen counters and on balconies
around smoke and in cups of tea
Learning new old habits
Learning new old fears.

We sit,
Shoulder to shoulder,
In a sea of loud profanity
And someday, when time blows us into different directions,
Like dandelions
Into different continents
An actual sea between us then;
This will be
Reminiscenced.
Through screens when we see each other;
We will talk of right now
We will talk of the humanness of us all
Poking fun at the absurdities of existence.
We carry each other in stories;
Like how a friend of a friend of my grandfather’s encountered a ghost
Or how my school was built on a graveyard.

We carry each other in stories
Exchange and inhabit them.
Our giggles and laughs containing much more than
we realise.
When we’ve been given back to the wind,

These live on.

Energies, transferred;
Chills down spines over stories at bonfires.

They live on.

In custom and tradition
In myths and superstitions

We hold on.
Talk of things that have been passed on.
We sit,
Shoulder to shoulder
Committing these moments to infinity
Living on, in lore.