Sometimes, as if - you & I
only stay as friends here
where each thing we have in common
came from in the beginning.
Eventually we’ll row, bring
the weight of heritage down
on both sides - rig the argument
in each of our favours.
We speak into the night and
empty bottles, you already frown
when I light another cig -
but think I don’t notice
I hope when we’re grown
and know what we’re doing
we don’t disown each other
for fear of association.