To My Three Best Friends

To My Three Best Friends,

Thanks for being my 3am

My late night phone call

Where you only casually mention

That yes, you were sleeping

But first, am I okay?

Okay, you must not be okay

Because it's 3am

And I can sense oncoming tears

Let me go make coffee

Thanks for the gossip

Especially when I gave up gossip

In 2006, 2007, 2008, 2010, and--

Thank you for telling me:

Gossip is fine

Smart people talk about ideas

And best friends talk about people

That neither of them like

So stop feeling bad about it

Thanks for the awful vacations

The truly awful vacations

The rainy day in New York

The traffic jam in Boston

The sold-out concert we didn't have tickets to

The road trip where the car overheated

And in a town called 'Killingville'

God, Connecticut has weird names for towns

Thanks for not being the kind of friends 

Who 'like' things like on Facebook

Instead I've gotten--

'I'm in a Relationship' --You rushed into this

'I'm sad' --Snap out of it, we're going out

'I just met a great guy!' --Nobody cares, we're going out

'My friends drive me nuts.' --Ditto, and we're going out

Thanks for picking me up when the car broke down

And picking me up when I broke down

And metaphorically dusting me off

And adjusting my moods

And giving everyone's who has messed with me

The 'I can make sure they never find your body' look

Thanks for sitting with me

Just sitting with me

And letting me figure out

What I wanted to say

What I wanted to say was this

To my three best friends

Thank you

As long as I have the three of you

I'm not sure what else

I'll ever need