On friendships

by MB

We circled around each other - or our friendship did. It danced and jumped figure eights - forward and backward and forward again - moved and unmoved.  

We could not break from this pattern because we were stuck in this period of rhythmic stasis. Founded on old stories and memories, we had no choice but to repeatedly face the past. In doing so we stunted ourselves. We cut short the stories that brought us here, but did not enable them to build.