Triangles

I could write you both poems
If I felt like it

Wouldn’t take much
You smile at me
On my phone background

Needn’t cast my mind
Back very far
Before i think of you laughing

Six knees form a triangle
Unbroken by place or time

Six hours
Are a battlefield
Salty tears and milky tea

Three fires in the darkness
And the soft chorus
Washing over us

We held our mugs
As we held our ground

Warm consolation doesn’t remedy abuse

The table for four
Set for three
Sat on two sides

A chore to supervise
A chore to finish
Tiring, exhausting chores

Three friends
In conversation with their father
Ever in the room

Your love hurts you
His love brings us to tears