I asked my best friend to come over last weekend
A boys night for gaming, away from the girlfriends
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We filled up a cooler with plenty of brewskis
And grabbed a big platter of hot wings with blue cheese
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With sheer titillation I turned on the Xbox
Picked COD Modern Warfare, and loaded up spec ops
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The next several hours are admittedly blurred
As we sat on the couch not saying a word
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The only lights there came from guns and grenades
And slivers of moonlight that peaked through the shades
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Thoughts came to me scarcely like blown tumbleweeds
But one begged to be free so I had to concede
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“What’s the rarest thing? The thing that’s most rare”
Like a ghost in the room my thought hung in the air
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Though my friend did not show it I knew he was thinking
Racking his brain while he stared on unblinking
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“Maybe a comet” he gave it a try
“When’s the last time you saw that in the sky?”
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“Well comets are rare for us here on Earth,
But there’s surely no shortage in this universe”
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“A solar eclipse? A volcano blast?”
I said “those both happened the year before last”
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A new silence stretched as we thought a bit harder
I’m sure that those beers weren’t making us smarter
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“I’ve got it!” he yelled as he jumped up with glee
“The rarest thing just came to me suddenly”
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“It’s not in the ocean or skies up above,
The rarest thing ever is simply true love”
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His thought was put out there and left to ferment
Well that certainly was a nice sentiment
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But I told him “I’m sorry, I must disagree
Cuz true love is actually common you see
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If we went to my neighbours’ we might find it there
Shoot, it’s February, it’ll be in the air!
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No true love’s not special but you know what just might be?
A friendship like ours, and I don’t say that lightly
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We’ve been through it all from JK to college
I think that’s real special and should be acknowledged”
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And suddenly it hit me like a shot at the buzzer
Just how long had we been staring at one another?
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And then more than that, how had I never seen
The shade of his eyes was the purest of green
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What feeling was this? Was it wonder or fear?
Or maybe a fever from all of that beer?
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The next thing I knew we were inches apart
I looked at his lips and they started to part
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A comet, volcano, a huge solar flare
I don’t know what happened but I know it was rare
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Such a pure perfect moment without judging or shaming
Then he whispered “no homo” and we went back to gaming
About the Creator
Mark Wheatley
Hi I’m Mark. I like sandwiches and sandwich-like foods
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