Familiar
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1 min readAug 26, 2017
A poem
Being with people who know you is like steeping tea.
Brew time just right as clouds of milk
plume from the bottom of a well-worn mug.
Honey melts, oh, so smoothly as comfortable heat
wraps around your hands.
The touch of the familiar.
The warmth of presence from a voice,
a friend who makes you belong.