Ode to Friendship

My friends and I have a habit
Of forgetting when
And where
We met.

Events untold
Things left unsaid
As we thought
“Well you were there…”

This is the best kind of friendship
That which pushes the edges of time.

Not only enduring
But spreading as well.

To include that which isn’t there.

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