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Class Reunion

Pretending we made it

Showing happy faces, trying

Like hell to remember the name

Coming up short

 

Holding plastic cups full of red wine

With shaking arthritic distorted fingers

Talking story about our youth

At least the stories we still remember

 

Looking at the sad wrinkled face

Remembering the glorious young girl

We once were madly in love with

Convinced our love would last forever

 

Loudly reliving that one game

Where we won by a large margin

Commiserating all the games

We lost by a large margin

 

Comparing the others to ourselves

Are they better off or worse?

Do they look older or younger?

Realizing it doesn’t really matter

 

The alcohol taking away most of

The inhibitions, pouring out our souls

Sharing intimate unimportant details

To classmates, virtual strangers

 

Wondering why we got together

In the first place after all these years

Having not much more in common

Than a desk in the same classroom