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Old Friends

We know each other’s stories
There is not much to say
but watch
Ice particles
garnish
the stuck windowpane.

I lick my fingers
one by one
The smell of honey mustard
lingers
like one who wants to stay.

“More tea?” she asks
with eyes half shut.
Her feet on the cushion
Do not stray.
“Yes. “ I say.
Yes. Always.