my friend

I met a woman yesterday, with her hug she brought back to me a friend long gone. Her size, her arms that surrounded me easly, the vibe, all felt so familiar yet different.

This morning sitting in my garden my friend came to visit me again in the form of this plant. Years ago she cut a small  branch from one of hers and told me to put it in the ground, “it’ll spread in no time” she said.

And so it did, and it keeps growing, year after year where she is no longer.