Amnesiphilia

My thoughts of yesterday, about last year,
I shared with whom I call my closest friend.
For half a century, she’s been the peer
I talk to most. And sometimes we contend,
but mostly we agree and don’t offend.
She countered she’s so much in here and now,
she never harkens back, as if that trend
were harmful. Then she took a little bow.

(Huitain)

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