Walking around aimlessly for hours
i chanced upon them and i thought
i was going to enjoy it because
reunions are supposed to be happy.
besides, it’s been far too long
since i saw them all.
but i felt that i wasn’t there and yet
at the same time i was.
was it a dream or was this
the little get-together
i had long been waiting for?
the laughter was so far away
and the people all seemed alien to me
and what was i doing?
what am i doing?
what was that again?
why do i feel so out of touch
and out of place?
good thing i left early
because it dawned upon me
that reunions can be depressing.
