The Amenity of Familiarity
The older that I get
the more I believe
that familiarity
is a luxury.
Like the way I know your words
before they leave your lips.
A fortune-teller’s heart
always predicts
what comes next,
because it has come before.
Nothing new under the sun
only souvenirs to adorn
this life we’ve built
with the hopes that we
might one day revel
in its ordinary.
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This is fantastic. The opening stanza is pure gold:
“The older that I get
the more I believe
that familiarity
is a luxury.”
Indeed. Beautiful poem!
Thanks so much!
Beautiful!
Thank you!