“Dear Friend!”

Who are you?

Do I know you?

Hollowness in my gut tells me we have met before

You and I have had this moment before.

Say 37 odd times.

Yet nothing has changed

We meet, we look at each other

Gush over our greatness

Smile back at past moments

Promise to move forward

But nothing sticks

You move on and I stay here

Wondering about our next meet

Planning how I will make it different the next time.

Maybe the 38th time will be spectacular,

I am learning the power of manifestation.

Get ready, dear friend

Just 12 tiny months, until we meet again.

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