It was a curious thing
The coincidence held often in the midst of a new experience
Perhaps even the good fortunes I found to be in such company
Of her
It was a random thing really
An impulse to help with a group
Of which I had grown in
One which I had discovered the wonders of congruity in
As well as the movements of many
Coalescing towards those of one
Perhaps it was a nostalgic feeling which drew me
Of continuing the cycle I had grown in
To those growing now
But in this nostalgia, I found something greater
I found her
She had been there earlier
When I was growing
Finding myself
We had laughed, played and, most prevalently, moved together
But I had left, and as thus assumed the connection lost
Yet, there she was
Once again, we laughed, played, but this time, taught
Continuing the cycle of growth to those younger
Yet somehow learning more from them
However, amongst the fun
I felt something real
To someone I had though lost forever
There are few I feel such a bond
But yet however much time I spend separate to those few,
That bond is never lost
And she is all the same
Forever entranced in her growth
And in a connection I shan’t lose again
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
It was a curious thing
The coincidence held often in the midst of a new experience
Perhaps even the good fortunes I found to be in such company
Of her
It was a random thing really
An impulse to help with a group
Of which I had grown in
One which I had discovered the wonders of congruity in
As well as the movements of many
Coalescing towards those of one
Perhaps it was a nostalgic feeling which drew me
Of continuing the cycle I had grown in
To those growing now
But in this nostalgia, I found something greater
I found her
She had been there earlier
When I was growing
Finding myself
We had laughed, played and, most prevalently, moved together
But I had left, and as thus assumed the connection lost
Yet, there she was
Once again, we laughed, played, but this time, taught
Continuing the cycle of growth to those younger
Yet somehow learning more from them
However, amongst the fun
I felt something real
To someone I had though lost forever
There are few I feel such a bond
But yet however much time I spend separate to those few,
That bond is never lost
And she is all the same
Forever entranced in her growth
And in a connection I shan’t lose again
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