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We met in the restaurant's narrow upstairs room,
You arrived with a different haircut.
For one second both of us hesitated,
Then laughed at the same unfinished joke.
Ten years had added jobs and caregiving,
Flights, rent, and unfamiliar routines.
Yet your first question found the old rhythm,
Skipping every polite introduction.
Our cups met with one clean chime,
And the years between us lost authority.
No summary could improve that welcome,
Friendship resumed without any rehearsal.
You described a difficult promotion,
I admitted why my marriage had ended.
Neither confession required careful staging,
The table accepted our uneven histories.
A waiter replaced the empty plates,
The room filled with younger conversations.
We stayed until the chairs were stacked,
Trading stories our younger selves never knew.
Some bonds resist daily maintenance,
Not because distance protects them from change.
They survive when both people return
Without demanding proof of previous loyalty.
Another toast rose above the closing music,
This one honored who we had become.
We did not recover a younger friendship,
We found its adult voice intact.
Outside, taxis divided at the crossing,
You squeezed my shoulder before leaving.
The cup chime followed me home,
Clearer than promises made too early.
The closing harmony delays its answer,
Then joins on the third beat without warning.
A fuller pulse lifts the room one final time,
The last accent lands like two cups meeting.