couches everywhere
demand
at least three of us
talking
laughing
being
ourselves
with each other
as best friends
so, now, today
they couldn’t stay
empty spaces weigh
couches everywhere
mourn
the others’ absence
now it’s me
of the three
it’s only me
A Little Thinking 
I look side to side,
down,
then at the door
Finally, giving up
I slump down on this couch
that holds memories of you,
us
It is much
too big
for
one