Like the other...

We are no longer the same people

who traded barbs, here and their

in classrooms and high school halls

We are no longer the same people

with dreams that have yet to be dashed

and hopes crushed by day to day life

But yet, here we are, reconnected again

without the acidic comments and

terrible behaviors that maturing recedes

Now, I hope we can put aside hurts from the past

and get to know each other, as we are now

or can we look past the obvious

Or call out that we perhaps take issue

with one another for being

so much like the other...