Funny People

by Iphios

We are funny people
Seeking each other
To share mundane details
Of our lives:
Passing drivers ed,
Getting stuck
In traffic and
Reading a lovely book

Filling out the long silence
With tiny glimpses
Of our day to day
If not of our wounds
Dug deep—
Our addictions,
Depression and
Miserable families

Never the in between
Not our days in work,
Not about our friends
Where we’ve been
Or who we’re seeing

No, never that
As if the spaces between
Bear the unsacred
Not to be uttered
Not to be shared
In the tiny pockets
Of our meeting

How then do we define
This awkward space
We’ve sit in for so long?
For we are neither friends
Or lovers but funny people
Seeking each other
To capture the sacred.