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