There used to be
Three chairs
On one side of the table
I only have a few light switches to turn off now
I miss the broken dishes
Racing up the stairs
Waiting to come down
Thinking I was best dressed
Then three sisters educated a fool
And a brother wore the same shorts
I miss missing the good spot on the couch
Forgetting whose toothbrush was whose
I miss wondering why girls do the things they do
And being too obsessed with a Lego set to wonder further
We used to scream at each other
Clawing desperately at our incomplete idea of fairness
When we could have let fairness go
And known
We are complete
A perfect number.
Like seven
Around a table
With two on the one side
One at each end
And three in a row
Three chairs
In a row
On one side of the table
I sense alone
Oh, You do too