Some say “familiarity breeds contempt.”
But it can also feed forbearance
And a certain kind of kindness.
What was epiphany becomes assurance,
And even a blessed bond of blindness.
The sharp edges blur as the days all rush,
Run and whir into weeks and months and years.
Where did they all go? We wonder,
Living in the linear. Our love grown
Fat in the soft circles of forgiveness…
While time is getting skinnier.
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