It’s like this
YOU glow
Eyes the brightest blue
Belief in your words
Finally sure
That you’re good enough
YOU are the luckiest man in the room
And you don’t even know it
No one to protect
You can apply the brakes
Make a u-turn
And change your route
YOU curled your hair
Lightened your heart
Rocked the dress
Fought for equality and won
YOU somehow grew
Hoisted up slouched shoulders
Wiped the hair from your eyes
Made us wonder how we missed out on that
YOU rub your wife’s hand
Avoid her eyes
Mine too
Dance the fine line of good
And echo sadness
YOU almost did it
Almost signed the papers but panicked
Because you didn’t know what life would be like without that person
YOU are the 2.0 version of the hottest girl in school
Not just hot but smart
You feel it
You show it
You own it
YOU face things I can’t imagine
Lies mountains high
Hope mountains high
Brave enough to love anyway
YOU forgot to make me a name tag
Then told me it didn’t matter
That nobody could forget me
You were right
YOU spent your Sunday with me and your beautiful wife
Connecting the dots like they never disconnected
Seeing things my way
Or is it your way?
Like we always did
I type these words at 30,000 feet
Thankful for the opportunity to peek into your worlds
And go back to mine
While going through old files, I found a poem called "Reunion." Apparently, I wrote it after a high school reunion. I'm pretty sure it was after our 10th. I have a couple ideas who I wrote about, but some of it has me seriously perplexed.
To my high school friends, do you know who I was writing about? And to everyone, what stood out to you at your reunions?
At my 10th year reunion I was barely 4 months pregnant with my first child so I was putting on weight, not feeling great and couldn’t find a nice dress that fit me well. I felt fat and underdressed at the fancy restaurant we were at. My husband did not come along so I went with one of my best friends. We sat with our same bunch of old friends—the ones you still sent Christmas cards to—and other cliques from back in the day sat with theirs. I felt like not much had changed except for hairlines and waistlines and for the fact it was legal to finally to have a drink at a party. I touched base with those…