(Tree Fingers)

My friend and I tear up talking about heartbreak,
holding each other for comfort.
I feel tipsy and giddy despite the tears running down my face.

The waiter approaches us with a smile,
saying, “I know it’s not the best time, but it’s the last call for happy hour.”
The three of us laugh—because for a moment, we feel close.
And for a second, it all makes sense.

Love appears in so many shapes and forms.
In moments like this, I’m reminded
of the sacred beauty that lives even inside the immense grief.
We laughed during the pain—
laughed during the last call of ‘happy hour’.