Our friendship sits at the border where your soul touches mine
Outstretched hands reaching down, pulling up, moving forward
Together, as we take turns being the strong one, being the first
To forgive, being the last to let go. We become more self-aware
When we can finally let go of the expectations and demands we
Long ago placed in our own way and surrender into the rhythms
And the anticipations that only pure friendship can at last reveal
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Tom Zampino is an attorney in private practice in New York City who makes his home on Long Island. He and his beautiful and accomplished wife have raised two fantastic daughters, four cats, two dogs, and various other domesticated creatures over the past three decades. He formerly blogged at the Catholic Channel at Patheos.


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