Coffee Sleeve Stories

Missing the Inbetween

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  

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