A nostalgic poem about friendship by David Tombale: It's Always Nice to Dream

Some friendships are like a joining of spirits, a meld of personalities that seems preordained but when you're young that feeling can be nothing more than a sheer longing for brotherhood, for loyalty. Such friendships are burdened by need and are therefore merely temporary.


It’s Always Nice to Dream

 

There was a way with us, a

 careless motion that upended

 tables and brought us down but

 it wasn’t always like this, before

 torn jeans and paying rent,

 it wasn’t always like this, blue

 car or grey and stench of paint,

 brews on the dash board and stupid

 cops or perhaps it was simply in the

 memory, a twist that brings the

 lie out of something wise and old,

 a bond of us, when we six would

 sit around this table and the world

 would spin around us and we’d hurl

 our insults at the crowds, we were

 Gladiators and the Romans feared

 us but now I know it’s always nice

 to dream.