Things That Bang

They had known each other for over two decades, they had shared their deepest thoughts and moments with each other; considered each other to be soul mates, they shared the same habits, they were loners who'd lose contact with the world for months on end, suffer bone wrenching depression but then emerge like the phoenix, colorful, gay and self destructive.

Others called them weird, rebellious, edgy; phantoms they could rely on during moments of crisis but those who in moments of happiness sunk deep into melancholy.

They held hands and tears glimmered in their eyes. The wretched irony of the situation made them laugh. What bought them together decades before, the deep understanding of two miserable souls gravitating towards each other finally lay open like a rotted poisonous snake.

The one and only secret that they had buried deep within from the world and each other was finally spoken. The gruffness of pain and affection made them immobile. No hugs were exchanged, no understanding offered but they knew what the other felt.

They wished the one thing that made them feel like kindred spirits would not have been the underlying cause of their friendship, the very reason for them being so alike.

They wished the childhood abuse had never happened.