we come. we go.

there's a curious part in all of
us

that wonders what became of someone.
that kid

in high school who used to kick
your chair

incessantly during biology.
the teacher

with the grey hair and startling blue
eyes.

the cheerleader.
the coach.

the girl beside you

in physics,
who broke your heart,
stole
your soul. 

pigtails in a plaid dress,

and a smile that would light

up a room.

and what about the neighbor
who
lived next door. where is she now.

still married to the man she found
on catholic.com,

did things work out?
you wonder, but make no effort

to know.
as you did when you were with
them.

we come. we go.