The house with a VCR, a friends box beside,
The one where they quashed that solitary tranquil.
He and all five, through heartbreak, marriage, life
Filled a house of two, in moments of ample
To five, six, seven years of age, He was there
To serve hilarity and distinct rawness.
Espousing the act and forging sonorous truths,
He was there, not in the box, but in due promptness
To twenty, twenty one, twenty two, I cried,
Uncertainty brimmed while a deadly limbo loomed.
While change and no change plagued and pried,
He was there with us, in the house of just two.
Ungiving claws that prolonged pain and anguish,
Tired relationships; damn that Big Terrible Thing,
But incomparable to others' demons you vanquished
You were there for us Matthew, Mattman, Chandler Bing.
By Emily Marks
