23 Nov

A quiet poem to a friend

We live our lives in the stories we tell
         Of mothers and children
         Crazy people and our friends.

We would like to do more
But it is all we have together.

When we meet it is all catching up–
  What has happened?
    What has changed?
      Who are you now?
And maybe a little future–
    So what’s next for you?
The question is never–
    What’s next for us?

A part of me mourns
That our lives touch in so few places.

But as we sit by this fountain
Telling our stories to share our lives
Part of me accepts
That this connection is enough.
If we can spin and spiral
Away from each other
And find that our lives can still touch
        Each to each
        Past to future
In that touch
  Is our friendship.

And part of me is centered and happy
That I know
There will always be a fountain to sit by
And always be stories to tell
And always be places
Where our lives do touch.

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