zenn bites...

somtimes, old is best


old friends,
old clothes,
old books,
the old flame.


they understand me,
they know my history without me having to explain anything.
they share my present.
they made me me.


a lazy sunday with the family,
deprived of a much-needed swim.
parkmall furniture buying,
da paolo pizza, lasagne, salad, scone and cake,
haato ice cream, waffles and scrabble.


then a quick, angry, late-night drink with doopz,
soothed by the phone call after.
sometimes, i crave the past,
that familiarity, that warmth.