We are the storied questers,
Introducing ourselves with tattered names and all the jokes we know.
We build our suspecting images of each other,
Decide which characters we are, and what our role is
Oblivious to all the pictures
All the museums
All the proms
All the bedrooms,
And backyards, and summer friendships, and nights of despair, and music and stargazing and girl scouts and speed dating and tear-jerking novels and great-uncles and perms and online forums and prayer nights and insecurities and broken arms and lost ambitions
That brought us here to mingle awkwardly together today.