Who's relative to whom
Under what category
Shared error, shall we laugh
At the same themes
Under whose auspices
A relation, nearness
In out group doubt
I miss the old spout
Where each drank the amount
That brought the kind of oblivion
That made an us out of close
And now that door
Creaks louder
Covered with the mold of time
And spaces unreserved
For the unpleasant surprises
Spun invisibly on the loom of ignorance
Because we didn't say a feeling
In lieu of our jokes
Where sarcasm was grout
Bound to let the tiles fall apart
Roman Ryan 