Reconnecting with Old Friends

Crowded room,

Crowded heart.

How are you doing?

Where do I start?

. . .

Chugging beers,

Instilling fears.

Am I moping around?

Or are these real tears?

. . .

Neither here,

Nor there.

Blankly off into the distance,

I stare.

. . .

Fluttering heart,

Not a good start.

My jitters begging,

When can we depart?

. . .

Party pooper,

Not a life snooper.

I’m sorry… I can’t…

I’m not a good trooper.

. . .

Crowds make me anxious.

Enhanced by that day?

I’m ready to be healed,

In every possible way.

crowdrrd

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