Friday, September 13, 2013

One more meeting

There is nothing like lunch with an old friend, a friend with whom I can breathe.  Nothing like it to look forward to.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Remember who I am.  Remember who she is.  Lay the past on the table.  Weave new dreams around the salad.

One more meeting
Then Sweet Tomatoes for lunch
With a friend
I have not seen in years.
One more meeting
And I can breathe in,
Not have to start over
From scratch.
Breathe out the almost ten years
That have happened
Then begin again
Like everyone seems to do
Come September.
Take a breath
Take another one.
Keep breathing.

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