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Writer's Island prompt #24 incomparable
Old Friends
There are no friends like old friends
Something that can not be made in a day
But rather something that is created slowly over time
Like a stew that bubbles all afternoon
Fills the house with wonderful aromas
Something to be cherished and savored
Your friendship is incomparable
So much unnecessary to be said
Since we share a common history
And still when I see you words
Tumble from my mouth
So much I want to share
Words that are like children
Each wanting to be first
So much pushing and shoving
I take your hand
Look into your eyes
You know me
No apologies offered
Nothing to be said
You are my friend
And I am yours
I dedicate this piece to my "old friend" Vanita.
