The Thrill

O how I miss the days
when we were together
the four of us
as one.

We made people laugh
we made some cry
we always won
as a team.

Even in our mundane lives
we were hardly apart
for four years
as friends.

Now we have grown apart.
The philosopher, the astronomer,
the writer, and the doctor.
Strangers.

We lost it all graduation day.
We lost the feeling,
the power winning gave us.
We lost the thrill.


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