in a while.
my old friend up north
of the border.
she may be back in
canada.
on her father's farm.
her horses
waiting for her return.
we haven't talked
in some time.
this happens even to
the best of friends.
we've grown apart.
the things that tied us
together have frayed
or broken.
we have little to say
to one another.
we can't pick up where
we left off.
and yet it doesn't feel
quite over.
maybe tomorrow i'll
give her a call, or maybe
she'll call me.
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