Looking up people I haven’t seen for a long time late at night when I can’t get to sleep just because (a poem)

Forgot to edit the intro again—this has nothing to do with a workshop, and everything to do with insomnia and nostalgia… The undisputed king of wondering where are they now actually found someone this time but wonders if it’s the right time We’re in the middle of a long hot summer and the memory is [...]