the last time in one room

One day, you'll think about the last time all your friends were in the same room.

You will not be able to pinpoint it at first, and that will be the unsettling part: how something so significant passed without an alarm, while all of you assumed there would be more nights like it.

Life rarely announces its last times in advance. So you will carry the realization as an aching gratitude for this ordinary dinner, this mundane call, this unremarkable evening.