When people get together
after almost an eternity
of not seeing one another’s faces
of hardly remembering
what the other sounded like,
i am supposed to be happy.
but instead i feel
disconnected, detached,
like a broken piece
floating around
nowhere in particular,
like wispy smoke, dark,
unseen, rising to the sky.
i’d rather not be
part of the revelry
than watching
everyone else reminisce
while being
the odd one out.
