Ain’t seen nor spoke in many years and here we meet again,
Reunion weekend’s at our door, it’s good to see you, friend.
So many things on which to chat and follow up with you,
Like kids and family, where you’ve been and how life’s treated you.
Let’s talk of old and reminisce and laugh out loud at stuff,
Swapping stories, jokes and pics we’ll never get enough.
The hundred bucks we paid for this is worth it all for sure
No talk of pains and politics for which we have no cure.
We’ve a history that unites us and memories to upend,
Our weekend here together so glad we all can spend.
And when we part, say our goodbyes and vow to keep in touch,
Our takeaways of high school days again will mean so much.
It started with my cheerier-than-usual “good morning” and ended 30 minutes later, late for work but with a new best friend.
Miyisha was working graveyard on just two hours sleep as fill-in for a sick coworker, but our last magical half hour in the otherwise empty convenience store where I went for coffee left us bonded like reunited siblings. I don’t usually click with people less than half my age but we shared details of our years without edits, sang together to a song on the radio and showed the surveillance cameras just how badly we could dance.
We vowed to meet again without too much passing of time and hugged a happy Tuesday to one another before I drove back to start my workday while hers was ending. The power of a good disposition and a genuine interest in the life of a stranger reminded me of how church should feel, but with unlimited free refills.
Visit places you can’t live, in hotels you can’t afford, eat foods you never would, do things you never should, with money you don’t have, on time you had to borrow, for pictures you won’t forget, of times you’ll always remember, with those you’ll always love.
I returned bottles for coins, did yards for dollars and cleaned windows and sat young children to save for the better things in life. I’ve since realized that doing things for others were the better things in life and money is now a much weaker incentive. A little hard work in my youth taught me the most about what it means to be a decent adult.