We all have experienced slow time,
with nothing special to do,
then we start to reminisce,
of old friends, wondering,
what have they been up to.
Many appear in thoughts,
over the years, in our mind,
we tell ourselves, to connect with them,
then we start something, important,
back to our daily grind.
This life, so short, and precious,
we only truly connect, with a few,
as the years grow shorter in time,
don't pass on a final connection
take a moment, find out what they are up too.
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