poem about old friends

poem about old friends sitting on the bed, stretched out in the living room.

The people you know well-is it that they are uniquely

a bunch of crazy,

or is it just that I know them well, see past novelty?

this poem about old friends who come by and say hello, who drive you home,

who show up at your opening without asking. They don't say congratulations,

they just stay until the end. They just hug you the way they always have, but longer. They just hang out with each other and talk about you. They don't use your jargon, wouldn't give you the satisfaction. These friends see past your novelty, not amazed. These old friends, they stay until the end. They hug you the way they always have, but longer.