Three of us sat together,
Chatting and laughing.
We felt a kind of rift developing,
Showing, opening up
A fissure in our cohesion.
Two against one, a little amused;
One against two, a little aggressive.
A pair of glances against a lonely one
Wayfaring, lost and pregerine
Looking for a mate in equal desperation.
A third in relationship is always troublesome,
We thought together.
The loner thought,
Perhaps there should be
One, two, four, or how about more!
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