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

Since.

Then begin again

Like everyone seems to do

Come September.

Take a breath

Then

Take another one.

Then

Keep breathing.