sometimes its good for me
to be reminded that old friends
don't mean outdated friends.
Old friends mean
shared history, shared memories,
loyalty constant,
the depth gap grows
and I am thankful
for N's living room floor
and popcorn cooked in coconut oil
and quinoa in a tea cup
and easy talk, both deep
and light
and I am reminded
to not skim over them so quickly
but to stop and appreciate
that group of women that I only
see on wednesday evenings.
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