There were people out in the city,
and I was among them,
I was among friends.
Even friendships can be complex,
Like what to say and what’s to stay silent,
How to see what’s gossip and what counts as shifting through the madness –
But figuring life out together was never promised to be easy.
I’m not sure why I’m sitting here, but if I am,
it’s nice to share the table with you.
Take a bite from your croissant and give you one from mine.
Take a picture of the latte art that the barista apologized for but made our day – I do not know what is today,
but this little ghost in green somehow seemed important.
Love,