Never part of those plans and conversations,
Not anybody’s first choice,
Nor the go-to confidant.
Always the tag-along,
Quietly walking a few paces behind,
Words barely escaping—
Just enough for you to know I’m still there.
I get it, I’m not your oldest friend.
I’m probably not ‘there’ yet
And maybe I never will.
You’d think I’d be used to it by now,
But it never gets old.
How’s that saying go, again?
“Two’s company, three’s a crowd”?
Maybe it goes for people like me, too.
The awkward third wheels:
Close enough to be kept around,
But always clueless about inside jokes.
We’re not the fond, chosen ones.
We just… are.
∼ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.