Stegosaurus

I was on a bus for hours once So I celebrated the dawning of our friendship By texting you nicknames for yourself To give us a shared something that required the simple maintenance of memories and smiles. "Stegosaurus." When things fall apart later, I examine the evidence, Like fossils, in diorama, under glass. The science of friendship is faith. It's missions (Can I trust you?) And milestones ("I believe you") And excavation (Why did you do that? Why? Tell me why?) With details that are precious and rare I watch you struggle, so young through the amber tar of your history Glittering in the firelight of the things that destroyed you. I dig. And you have your resin-hard convictions And I've got a theory But no proof.