Vestigial

Do they really matter,

the beginnings and endings?

The middle is merely accessory,

of the most gorgeous kind

We were dazzling,

we sparkled,

the tinkling of our laughter was delicate and raucous at the same time

We were dangling from each other like fine jewelry,

even if we were young 

and not thinking about it too much

I hate to say it,

but we weren't anything extraordinary on our own.

We weren't doing anything special,

one of us was failing out of college

while the other was simply avoiding it.

But together?

Oh, we were in love with our own uselessness,

tangling necklaces as if I would never ruin it,

as if we could ever possibly grow any bigger

while so wrapped up in each other

Could I have that again? The uselessness? 

I ruined it the first time,

but could I have it again?