So many nights
we almost came together.
We were young and life felt cosmically immeasurable
set apart from reality
       by whiskey and giddy social exuberance
there was a liminal space we could meet
for a moment
before reluctantly leaving the charged air between us
we could never talk about.
You went back to her
me to him
neither of us knowing that the other
also left behind the warm comfort and closeness of our communal friendship
       for a chilling lack of both 
       at home.

It seems wildly, laughably improbable
and also as if it was written in the stars
all this time later
to now
have a do-over.
Softer with years
worn from our respective stumbling off the path of
Happily Ever After
we never let go
and now just might find that moment again
       move beyond the liminal
       into each other’s arms.