You have come knocking at my door with your basket empty of fruit.
You ask to break bread with me once again, I welcome you with a banquet.
Forgiveness is not necessary when there is a parting of ways with no faults
Things just happened to work out where time apart was required to isolate
Not for feeling alone, but for the seeds to take root, grow, and bloom fully
I offer the platters laden with history, telling each yarn with great verbosity
laughing together, we drink deeply, offer consolation, counsel, connection
We cut cheese (grow up!), melt it onto the bread of reminiscing
our peppered words burning our faces with our shocking youthful antics
I sit lounged in my chair, grateful that the air we share is no longer pungent
It no longer stinks of half-truths, unspoken words, and lost opportunity.
We rip shreds of the layer cake we build with our conversation,
skipping layers of icing, jumping slyly from one inside joke to the next.
We burp satisfaction, of time well spent, appreciated, and honored.
As we rise into the light of a new morning, I escort you out with welcome
for warm and happy returns at your leisure when the need is happenstance.
As I bid you adieu at my doorstep, you turn towards me, arms full of bounty.
We smile the smile of 1,000 lifetimes ago, promising 1,000 more.
Wonderful. You creatively begin, work through and end a gathering with gorgeous and poignant prose.
I like! When I haven’t seen a dear friend for years just because our lives got in the way, and when we finally meet after 20+ years, time melts away and we see each other as young women again and start from where we left off.
“Love as God loves and live as Jesus lived” Rev. Tim TenClay