the shoes
that fit just right, the shirt.
the old pair
of blue jeans, ripped
and torn,
frayed at the cuff, but still
a perfect fit.
the car
i've had for ten years.
the seats
that know me,.
the pedals, the stick shift.
we find comfort in old things.
old friends.
where would life
be without them.
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