By Grace Shultz
I remember a time when we were strangers
Two kids, with an inherent sports rivalry
And desire to create connection with others
Quick friends
The inbetween was exciting and I cherish it so
The after, well, I’m still surprised that it’s the now
And, if I cannot return to the inbetween,
Then I wish to return to the time when we were strangers
When sitting in the same room meant nothing
Coexisting without harming the other
Comfortable strangers with no middle
Remembering in only my mind
That time of our inbetween
