The Tuesday Ritual
A poem of a friend circles journey and evolution and inevitable dissolution
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May 6, 20261 min read
t started with a scorpion bowl shared between brothers. It grew to partners, to family, to a life.
The table added chairs for friends wide and far. A Tuesday Ritual - a circle, a light.
As time passed our ritual became empty much like the bowl at the end of those Tuesday nights.
Until one day we drifted apart.
Weddings uncelebrated.
Stories untold.
Friendships but a memory.
Hurt to heavy to hold.
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