The ones that will pour you their fancy wine in the middle of the night on a bench near the cemetery opposite the forest. Getting me drunk to help me recover from a heartbreak. Just like when we were 18, except for the fancy wine and the grown up glasses, and we only met much later in life.


Agreeing to meet spontaneously just because I texted and called. Helping me to reflect and to move on, by sharing their perspectives with me.

Friends they are called

But are in fact the family I once chose

So I thought

Until now I know

We were chosen for each other by God

The army He sent to support

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