Flipping coins

Finding time for divine. I spend most my days wondering what another life would feel like. My best friends are gone. We all wander like electrons about this earth. Connected by bits of fancy plastics, will we be together again?

What used to happen. We cared and were ready to jump. Now there’s so many tired souls.

We wandered past, the same way we had wandered together. Still, I see you in the summer.

At the wedding, we’ll be united. I know it will be different. It has always been different when our parents came around. Perhaps, more fun even.

That time has passed. Walking in the warm rain, living in the downpour. The rain is cold in my hometown. You live there now. And I’ll pass through, somehow.

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