Should I Stay, or Should I go?

I met up with girls from my Westwood High School graduating class of 96.

There were girls I hadn't seen in forever, there were girls I had seen last week.
Two girls left early and left our picture incomplete.

It is funny how many of us have that apprehension.

A sense of, "What will happen when I go and Who will I see?

Will it be fun, awkward, or filled with glee?

Will it be awesome or possibly lame?

What will I wear? Will everyone look and act the same?

If my absolute best friend comes, I know it'll be great.

As long as my cousin goes she could save me from an ill fate.

Sometimes I question, "Why do I want to go?,"

And "What is the point? Does anyone know?."
It's ideal to go with atleast one friend.

This way you can talk if you wish the night would end.

I find despite all the initial anxiety and strain.

It is always fine and the worry was in vain.

Luckily, each face was friendly, the visit was fun, I wish even more of my old friends had come.

So this was the day I decided to go.

Why not see old friends and enjoy people I know?

Memories were rekindled. Stories were told. Embarrassing moments evoked laughter in rolls.

Some friends were abroad, others had plans,

And I am sure some fell victim to their anxieties and invented demands.

I am just glad I didn't my fears placate,

Because life is too short, and they miss out who wait!!