Back then, we were other people.
Your old-you met my old-me
and we heard us click into place.
Growing apart and back together—
intertwining vines,
dirt-packed back roads,
a multi-colored ball of yarn—
we’re at our fullest at the intersection.
We’re always together at crossroads.
Our appetites have grown as we’ve
devoured everything in our paths.
Gobbling up belly laughs,
licking our plates clean,
moaning with both sorrow and pleasure.
Big friends ‘til the end,
hungry for change,
reconnecting with our little selves,
together.
We met when we were other people.
We’ve been so many since then.
I can’t even imagine:
Who will we become?
Together.
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