Statistics:
Divorce ends between 40-50% of marriages in the United States
        (decreasing in recent years);
in our foursome
it’s looking like 100%
        once our disparate storylines
        reach resolution.
Of all the similitudes and synchronicities among us
the threads that wove us together over the last decade
        colleagues, karaoke buddies
        Covid battle-worn Brooklynites
        dealers of sunshine in an oft-cloudy skyscape
I didn’t see this
making the list.

Imagine if it had all gone up in flames
when we had each other
to stomp the burning embers to ash
before we scattered into our lopsided compass rose
hours and time zones between us
our once daily chats
    relegated to group texts.
We would’ve rented a sick duplex on Fort Greene Park
buried the ashes in the backyard
and stayed up all night
four flickering lights
brighter together.