I love that sense of anticipation . . .
Just when you think you're all out
of that magical sensation, you find
out that one of your besties from
your past is coming to visit. Wow!
It invokes so many memories . . .
High school, the cliques, not fitting
in the general crowd, finding your
own peeps, becoming friends. I
imagine classes should be part of
those memories, but I find they're
all about the people.
I wonder about catching up . . .
What will we talk about? Will we
ever get any sleep once we get
started?! Are we much changed?
There's a lot of distance 'twixt
15 and 70!
Actually, I've come to believe, we
are all basically the same we've
always been. Some of us grow and
others remain stagnant . . . but there
we are, hidden deeply within our
real selves . . .
trembling as i wait
will we find ourselves again
anticipation
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