Reunion

With recognition came the squeals,
Our younger selves emerging.
Then hugs and laughter, how it feels
With then and now converging.

The intervening years did melt
Like ice cream slowly dripping,
And all of us, I'm certain, felt
A little bit like tripping.

For it was in the 60's when
Our lives were last connected
And somehow, on this night, again
Those days were resurrected.

The present faded to the back;
The past was front and center. 
The passage opened just a crack, 
Enough for us to enter.