A Diatribe On the Nature of Life and Love and Friendship

This isn't deep or witty or clever.
It isn't shallow or stupid or dull.
It is simply what it is and that's
enough.

I used to be in love, yes
that's true.
I don't know if I understand
love, but I know I mean it
When I say "I love you."
Shouldn't that be enough?

Lately I've been spending time
With lots of new friends doing
Lots of old things. We play games
and we poke fun at each other
and we ask questions that sometimes
have uncomfortable answers.
I'm not really sure why,
but that we do it at all is enough.

I love you, but I don't understand it...
We talk and smoke and laugh and guide
each other, and the children, as best as we
know how, though we can always do better--
we are never quite good enough.

And even though I'm not deep,
I'm also not shallow
And you're not witty or clever
But you certainly aren't stupid,
or dull.
So I'm really not sure where that leaves us
Though sometimes uncertainty sustains,
and is enough.