Scattered

We scattered in the years after—
some north, some south, some simply deep into their lives—
and the geography we shared in school
became the country of the archive and the drives

of memory. The faces are still precise—
I could pick them from a thousand without doubt—
but the people they became I know only in outline,
the full person living in the small amount

of what we share across the years and distance.
We were complete together for a season—
and now we are the scattered parts of that,
each carrying our portion of the reason.
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