She told us last night, over sushi,
how she’s losing a job, a 25-year friendship.
The table was quiet, sobered.
I thought of my own lost friendships,
some that faded slowly,
others, one-sided, that I weeded from my friendship garden
after painful deliberation.
Still others where I, apparently, was deemed the weed,
left to wither, then finally yanked out by the roots.
Losses, all of them.
Yet I gained from them too, even if only
in self-awareness and cautionary tales.
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