familiarity – December 17

12.17

a face across the table

comfortable, warm,

heart giving.

 

hands holding utensils

fragile, strong,

familiar.

 

how we gather together

the pieces of ourselves

over time

 

only to find them

already

found

 

in another.

———————-

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