Sometimes it grabs you, like an old friend,
one of those friends who was never really very good to you
You kept each other company more out of happenstance
than of mutual affection
But, like an old friend, it’s hard to turn away
that comforting, or maybe just comfortable,
feeling
of familiar, or non-existent, expectations
You know it’s healthier to move on,
you have other friends,
you know all of this,
but it takes so much energy
to do new things, to explain yourself, to be something more
So you sink right in
get comfortable
and welcome your old friend
