Neighbors

From stranger to acquaintance,

and acquaintance to friend,

we cross barriers into each other’s hearts.

When I imagine you not there,

I don’t like the way it feels.

You are like the yogurt I eat every morning,

a part of my routine that I do not want to lose.

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