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I walk through this crowded party
It was similar to an old college party
A lot of people are lined up against the wall as I pass them
All conversing with each other; not paying any attention to me
I take another drag on my cigarette
I move forward and someone is looking at me
He does not converse with others as he peers at me
I try to walk by him
I take another drag on my cigarette
It nears to the end, next to the filter
He keeps looking at me
I notice that it’s my friend Randi
He left all of us this passed summer
I am shocked to see him here and drop my cigarette
He walks up to me, but seems shorter than usual
Maybe I have grown taller
He places his hand on my shoulder like an old friend

And wants me to know
where I am...is exactly where I am supposed to be

 

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