reunion, part two

when people get together

after almost an eternity

of not seeing one another’s faces

of hardly remembering

what the other sounded like,

i am supposed to be happy.

but instead i feel

disconnected, detached,

like a broken piece

floating around

nowhere in particular,

like wispy smoke, dark,

unseen, rising to the sky.

i’d rather not be

part of the revelry

than watching

everyone else reminisce

while being

the odd one out.

Author’s Notes: No, I have nothing against reunions. It’s just that people tend to think of reunions as being generally happy occasions. I wanted to portray another side of reunions and to show that yes, they can be depressing sometimes. I can vouch for the truth of that because more often than not, reunions make me feel down rather than cheer me up. While I like seeing certain people that I haven’t seen for so long, there are others whom I would rather not see. And when family reunions are concerned, there are always the tactless relatives who jump on every opportunity to remind me about my appearance. By the way, this poem was prompted by the opposites, “separation/union”.