More or Less

They met once a year

More or less

And as the years went by 

It was more “less” and less “more”

Time goes easier, I guess

As its passing wears smooth grooves in our lives

Lessening the friction of its flow

Like sand running smooth over rock

So they’d meet, once a year

More or less

And that was good because

They had a year of stuff

To discuss

TV shows watched and 

Life lessons learned

And debts paid off

And bridges burned

And that could make up for the distance,

Growing slowly, between

The young, inseparable heroes of

The stories they still told

And the strangers sitting here

With cups of tea

Growing cold

Where one too many bottles of wine

Used to be